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I still see your face in my dreams
It hurts and it doesn't help at all
I want you to catch me when I fall
I still remember when we first met too
There was something so different about you
That smile you gave me was so fresh, new
Gracing presence and glowing happy face
Our friendship was like old intricate lace
The minutes overlooked and intertwined
Most topics, thoughts were combined
Time drew us apart and now with all gone
I feel as they it were all one big con
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