Thoughtlessly, mind-lessly, suddenly,
without a single cue
thought of you come crashing through
and resonate around my head
Wondering, hopefully, if thoughts of
me have come to you?
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Wistfully and joyfully the things
my mind designs
carefully and quietly
I try to write the lines
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This life I have is not of mine
but of someone I was knew
I want to move on
and be the one I'd like to know
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