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If time had a place, a space for your past, like a little novel you wanted to read again and again, would I be in your novel? Would I begin and end in it? If I had a space, a place for your little boy eyes, could you really believe? I certainly dare you. I do not want to scare you anymore. Oh what a fuss when the king rides by. Oh what a fuss when the king rides straight through my heart, straight through my love. I need your love more than you'll ever know. A light kiss, a touch of your hand like a million things I will never understand. Oh what a fuss when the king trades in. Oh what a fuss when the king trades all of my love for someone else's hand. I need your love more than you'll ever know. You don't miss your water until your well is gone. From Letras Mania