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Feb 2018
I wish to see your face again.
Oh, I can only imagine how wrinkles will grow on your face.
Maybe not now, though.
Maybe in a time when your hair is white and lines formed on your beautiful face.
Oh, how I’ll wait for that day.
To see you again.
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