Massage my Heart

She really did, massage my heart in her hands
How can she do that?  Massage my heart in her hands?
I love her, no really, forever I love her.
Massage my heart, show me the stars that  I will miss.
Make sure to massage my body, let me taste the stars that I will miss.
I am sick thinking about not being with you
Every single day, afternoon and night, I will never be without you.
My heart my soul my everything
My soul infinite guides my everything to your unimaginable ways.

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