i wish i knew you were fleeting, just like April's breeze
i wish i knew you were staying, just like July's rays
i wish i knew you were making sadness, just like gloomy Sundays
i wish i knew you were a mirage, just like my dreams
i wish i knew you, then I'd stop welcoming you
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