Wishing for a Valentine

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Flowers, roses, a kiss on the cheek
I am lonely with no one to love me,
Oh how I wish for a Valentine.

This beautiful Rose, red and bright
I am lonely with no one to give one to me,
Oh how I wish for a Valentine.

Dinner, candles or a card,
I am lonely at work,
Oh how I wish for a Valentine.

The Rose withers away in my hands
A hand holds it with me to keep it safe,
The hand embraces mine tightly,
I am no longer lonely,
I have a Valentine, wishes do really come true.

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