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I wait for you.
Time stops and leaves sports tainted by loneliness.
It hurts to look back,
You’re not whom I fell in love with.
The way you talk to me,
The words that come out of your lips,
They are not the same.
We’ve been turning pages,
But what about our sentiments?
I miss you,
But I wish you would too.
Where’s the man who made me laugh?
Where’s the man who made my heart beat?
Where are the phrases that made me live?
I call,
But you don’t answer.
Where are you, my lost lover?

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