I miss you even when I see you
And when I feel your hand in mine.
I miss you even when I hear you,
Your gentle voice, your view which like wine.
I miss you even knowing it is early,
Cause you keep telling me 'goodbye' and start to smile
You make me do this now and thinking only
About one bitter, shameful, cruel 'why'.
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