A bad dream

Where do we go?
I don't even know
my strange old face.
And I'm thinking about those days.
And I'm thinking about those days.

I miss you more each day.
I want to meet you, feel around you, hug you and never let go of you.
My greatest wish is that you should be fine.
I do not feel whole without you.
I miss you as much as a bird would be without its wings.

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