Regret

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Now we only meet in my dreams
I locked my heart up
The reasoning is not clear
I fume at myself daily
As that is how often I see you
Yet we never talk
I only hear your laughter
That sneaks it's way into my thoughts
Late at night
When I wish I could be
By your side

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