You
You
as a sense for meaning
Never to touch a real dream
You
as a look for my eyes
Never arms meant for me
You
as a thought for you
Never to sleep, always awake
You
as a talk to someone
Never in imagine of new
You
as a hope for memory
Somewhere one day as true
You
as a love, as a life
More than again in lonely
You
as a hopeless loss
What should I, shouldn't need
You
as never understanding
All to understand somebody
You
as a trusted true friend
You as a home of way
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