I woke from a dream about you with tears in my eyes,
You were searching for me while someone pulled me away...
You found me as I ran and gave me a book
Of all the hopes and dreams you had for me.
I miss you so much sometimes,
Only when I'm awake or asleep, sober or drunk,
And I wonder if you think of me, even,
If you wonder how I am like I do about you...
Where are you? How are you doing?
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