Who are you?
Here and there I look for you,
and here and there are traces of you.
But traces, oh! They are but glimpses of you.
To see you, the real you;
to hear you, the unbounded you...
Would I ever get that chance?
That chance to be the only one to truly know you.
Where are you?
Who are you?
...
?
Well, okay. In the tradition of old, emotional
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