Since I could not Run my fingers through your hair Or put my hand on the window And then on your head to cool you off I couldn't get you my coat And I couldn't take away the ache But you mentioned the machine took your last dollar So I have you one of mine And you bought apple juice I did get to help soothe your pain from afar
Reason for writing:
Arron (the beautiful boy) has the flu. It was the only way I could take care of him without him knowing.
Birth sign: Libra
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