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Feb 2015
We have six billion become,
Yet each one remains alone,
Destiny and fortune we're from,
To find another to make us one.

And miss you crazy I do,
When our moments become a few,
For just a whiff I yearn,
Dreaming my arms around you.
Written by
Rado Ram
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     Brian Payamps and ---
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