To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could
be realTo know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me that I can't explainSo would I be out of line if I said I miss you?
I see your pictureI smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mineYou have only been gone ten daysBut already I'm wasting awayI know I'll see you again Whether far or soonBut I need you to know that I care And I miss you
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