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Miss us
I miss us,
The us we were,
Oh dear God what a fuss.
I hope someday,
The moon tells you,
How much I cherished you,
And prayed for you to stay.
I conclude my prayers,
With your name,
What about you?
Is it the same?
Even if pain is the last String of our memory
Just don't forget it fast
The us we were,
Oh dear God what a fuss.
I hope someday,
The moon tells you,
How much I cherished you,
And prayed for you to stay.
I conclude my prayers,
With your name,
What about you?
Is it the same?
Even if pain is the last String of our memory
Just don't forget it fast
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