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The scenery and wallowing

Comfort of your words

Build into a forest

That bloom wild flowers

My eyes can't seem to believe

By the words which I hear

I can't seem to move

Or have a mind to think

From what I've imagined

You see my tears that have fallen

Confused by what's happening

Inside my head

I smile and laugh but it falls back into

A small whimper and frown

"I remember you now"

I tell you though my

Voice continues to tremble

You look to me with hopeful eyes

"I missed you"

I can barely make out

With the quiet whisper

I speak to you with.

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