Sep 02, 2003 06:10
If I could draw it now, I would draw a sad picture.
If you could see me now, you would see a tear.
Everyday that passes, I miss you more and more.
The longing it increases, the wishing it deepens.
But everyday that passes, is a day less,
one less day, till i return to you...
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