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Oct 2013
It's odd how we so often becomeΒ Β (strangers)
We reunite and then disappear (again)
How do we always come back to (this)
it's been quite a bit of (time) since I have seen you
How long before I (will) see you again
(You) have not a clue, do you?
I'm scared that maybe you'll (leave)
but if you leave, (for) how long?
they say (good) things come to those who wait
(please) don't go too far
I (don't) want to be strangers again.
Β© Alysia Michelle
Alysia Michelle
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Alysia Michelle  America
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