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One day we'll grow up

And go to different universities

And get jobs in different cities.

So just know that I'll miss you

As much as the moon would

Miss the stars.

And I'll cry as much

As a mom who lost

Her child would.

Hold me tight right now,

And close your eyes.

I'll miss the feeling of your hugs,

And the sound of your laugh.

I dont want to leave

Yet i want to leave now,

So in a couple of years

It wont hurt as much

As it hurts now.

- t.n.

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