A whole year has passed, and still i miss you;
the things that i'd do, just to see you;
to feel your presence, to know your there;
To hear your voice, to feel you care;
Your my inspiration in life, you keep me studying;
The reason for my intelligence, the reason i keep going;
On day we'll meet again, rigth there at the gates;
Till then i guess i'll miss you, till then i'll sit and wait
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