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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
You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line
If I said
I miss you
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