See you.

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I see you in the mirrors,
very deep into my eyes.
I see you in her frekles
and I see you in the ice
from that glass of whisky
that can't give me any advice.
I miss you in my days,
and also in the nights.
I miss you, but I see you
in my mirror everytime.
You're gone,
you're not here
but I see you in my dreams.
I can't touch you or kiss you
but your savour's in my lips.

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