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Your Hands Were Warm

We stroll slowly through the city,

Clouds gathered in the sky.


"Your hands were warm."


We see sculptures grim and gritty,

Taking photos on the fly.


"Your hands were warm."


You admire architecture,

Like roofs and wooden doors.


"Your hands were warm."


Soon your father gives a lecture,

While you stare down at the floor.


"Your hands were warm."


We talk about it after,

While we lay upon my couch.


"Your hands were warm."


Wishing now to hear your laughter,

For myself I had to vouch.


"Your hands were warm."


Now halfway 'round the world,

I wish you happiness and health.


"Your hands were warm."


I cannot hope to find a girl,

As perfect as yourself.


"Your hands were warm."


Though time has shaped my memories,

Warped and twisted them askew.


"Your hands were warm."


I know by living overseas,

You've found somebody new.

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