A black and white photo of a young couple hugging on a public street.
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I’m drinking my coffee.
I notice you across the street.
You’re just smoking cigarettes.

I rush into your arms.
That’s the start of our beautiful relationship.
Time goes by. I look for you, but I can’t find you.

Where are you, baby?

Late at night, I cry my eyes out over you.
I dream night after night of holding you tight,
holding you tight, holding you tight!