They say that absence makes
The heart grow ever fonder
Each day feels more special
No matter where we wander
Now I find myself daydreaming
Missing you and your style
Visited by all encompassing
Visions of your perfect smile
And the most precious thing
That i ever did see
The way that your eyes look
When you look up at me
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