There is nothing left to say
Still I'm sending this your way
Together we could not sail
All the things I write,
I wish I could tell.
There is not much left to write
I doubt whether I've the right
Still I want you to know
All the things I feel,
I wish I could show.
There is nothing left to do
In crowd your face is what I seek
I swear I'm giving you the truth
If I could wake up in my dreams,
I would wake up right beside you.
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