I dream about you every night,
I dream that we have a fight.
We fight about random things,
like will the sun rise tomorrow, or will love birds sing?
I hate it when we fight,
it never turns out right.
Our relationship has its bends,
but I hope it never ends.
Every night I wish upon a star,
everyday you seem so far.
When I need you the most,
you're never on the east coast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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