THESE DAYS

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When time passes by
Separated by fate
I wish we could go back
To the days we were together

These days,
I miss the warmness of your touch
So soft and gentle like my haven
As you make the cold go away
Like my haven when I'm gone astray

These days,
I miss the presence you had
Like an incurable disease
That only you can cure
Of my desperate longing

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