When will it be?
If I face you again?
I will look into your eyes
And say I missed you.
In a rapturous memory
It's raining when I dance alone
By the time this mist clears
I'll be running with my feet wet
Give me a hug then
When will it be?
If I face you again?
I will look into your eyes
And say I missed you.
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