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Walking over the concrete
Wishing you were here
I would be floating above the clouds
If I was with you, dear
I wouldn't have to say a word
All my thoughts you would know
Two minds in sync never have to speak
Oh, how I love you so
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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