If the things that we never got are always priceless,
If the things that we never bought are always precious,
If we always like to be near with the one, who went far
If we crazily love the ones whom we miss the most, then
It doesn't matter that you have went far and I miss you a lot
Even if I am the one who misses you a lot,
Then I am the one who is happiest about that
Because I feel that I miss you, only to love you more
I know what I feel is a quite sort of craziness
But only those who love someone will know
How beautiful are the feelings of mine, because
In one or more ways all the ones
Who love someone are crazies.
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