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My hands still didn't refuse to write about you,

every time I have a paper and a pen

words just flow effortlessly, like a river of thoughts.. 

and everything is just all about you.


caught myself daydreaming about the memories we made

it never fails to put a smile on my face

the serenity of your face when you're asleep

makes me feel at ease like the sound of the birds outside in the morning breeze


People say I got a smile that is contagious, 

can you blame me?  the thought of you is pretty precious

I am wearing the smile you gave me 

Even when you're hundred miles away




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