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I never refait had the chance to really know you
I dreamt about you,
Nothing big or romantic
Just you
It's okay if I'll never see you again
I'll always be attached to you somehow
I'll always be in a sort of love with you

The sun will rise
And in the morning
I'll love you less
Something new
To make me hate you
More and more
Everyday

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