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To see you when I wake upIs a gift I didn't think could be real.To know that you feel the same as I doIs a three-fold, utopian dream.You do something to me that I can´t explain.So would I be out of line if i saidI miss you.I see your picture,I smell your skin on the empty pillow, next to mine.You have only been gone ten daysBut already I´m wasting away.I know I´ll see you againWhether far or soon.But I need you to know that I careAnd, I miss You.(i miss you)ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can´t explain.
So would I be out of line if i said
I miss you.
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow, next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days
But already I´m wasting away.
I know I´ll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
And, I miss You.
(i miss you)
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Publicar un comentario