I really miss you, you know,
Just seeing your face is enough,
But it is what it is, you reap what you sow,
And I don't think I'll ever find love
If it isn't you, then I don't want it,
If it is you, then I'm probably dreaming,
But dreams come to an end at one point
And some of them are so close to being.
I miss your face
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