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Insatiable Love

Every night I crave you more and more, Counting down the hours for when you finally come walking in the front door, From the smell of your sweet perfume, To the sound of your voice when you announce that you are home, Like the sound of singing Angels from the heavens above, This much I know, The Insatiable love is beginning to show.

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