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I was thinking of you, thinking of me.
I was thinking of you, thinking of me.
Thinking about, what could have been.
Thinking that life, is not all it seems.
Thinking of thoughts, that lie within me.
Thoughts they do wander, making a scene.
Drifting so slowly, as if in a dream.
Nothing in life, is quite what it seems,
I'm thinking of you, thinking of me.
Beautiful
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