Seven hundert times I thought of you A voice of innocence I hear it calling I know it's you Now I realize That it's just hurting For the First Time I feel it aching I know it's you Seven hundert lies Seven hundert ways To hide the fact That I am longing Longing for you But now I see it... I feel it... It seems so right A trace of light That I will follow Till I reach you
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