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If I try to draw you in my dreams,
It'll be like three leaves scattered in the wind,
Caught by the unforgiving stormy winds.
Floating and gradually falling, stepped by a couple,
While dancing and chasing each other at a sandy beach.
Then the morning will greet me,
And I'll find your lingering scent,
Everywhere in the crumpled sheets.
Crumbled by those remarks.
I longed for you, dear.
"I miss you."
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Seventh Sentiments
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