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Illusion...
When alone I stand
You hold my hand
I feel like you are there
Or may be love is in air
You wipe my tears
I forget my fears
And when I wake up
I hear you say, wassup
It feels like a dream
I feel like to scream
Why do I see you near
Why you are so dear
Tuesday
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