If I could see you
once again,
it wouldn't be on a bus,
a plain or a train.
It would probably be
in a dream,
not the way it used to be,
and you would most likely gleam.
You are out of reach,
out of time, out of gain,
if I could see you once more,
it would be in pain.
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