We Miss Each Other
When we were young and happy we used to play, walk and study.
Soon we grow up to different ways we never saw, far apart from each other in different worlds but still we are not free.
each day and each night we miss each other's side.
the way is too far to go back but not too to hold each other's hand again.
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