He’s a spark, a distant flame,
A fleeting dream, but not the same.
A smile that lingers, soft and bright,
But too far out of reach tonight.
His laughter echoes, warm and clear,
A voice I wish that I could hear,
But paths don’t cross, the timing’s wrong,
And all I have is this silent song.
He’s a star I can’t hold close,
A...
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