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She comes to me in the deadness of night
Her fingertips are feather light
Along my spine they gently go
To show me that she loves me so
Although I know that she’s not here
I feel her breath, I feel she’s near
A virtual kiss, a virtual touch
Reminds me that I’m loved so much
The feeling’s real but at morning light
My virtual lover’s taken flight
But when I slumber every night
My virtual lover still holds me tight
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