Way out here, working on the docks
Everyone sees the long day through
Well, what would I do without the nights and the phone
And the chance just to talk to you
Whoa, what would I do now
Hey, just to talk to you
A thousand miles away, hey hey
What I wouldn’t give for only one night
A little relief in sight
Someday when times weren’t so tight
When the day goes down on the water town
When the sun sinks low all around
That’s when I know I, I need you now
Yes, you’re what I miss, every little kiss
Every little one, every little one…
Bruce Hornsby and the Range, Every Little Kiss

Be empathetic.

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