I miss your smile
And the way you talk.
I miss your joy
And your easy walk.I miss your voice
And your humor.
I miss the warm feeling in your heart.
And I hate that you're now just a rumor.I miss you so much,
But I'll never get you back.
Cause you are the part of me,
I often forget.Cause you are me
In another time
At another place
In another life.
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