Hours Pass By
I Think Of U In My Arms
And What It Would Be Like 2 Make Love
I Think Of U Raising My SEED
And What They D Be Made Of
I Think Of How Alone I Was
Before U Came 2 Be
I Think Of The Joy I Felt
When U Said U Thought Of Me
IM Proud 2 Be The Heart U
Choose 2 Make A Friend
Hours Pass By And Cupid Cries
Until We Meet Again
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