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Do
you ever wonder
in
a long night
of
sleepless
trickery,
where
I am?
Do
you ever care
in
a lazy day
of
endless
reverie,
how
I am?
Do
you ever miss
in
an empty hour
of
idleness,
curiosity,
what
I was?
Do
you ever yearn
in
a single moment
of
loneliness,
memory,
who
I was?
Or
only up to me
to
wonder, care
yearn
and miss,
forgotten,
what
used to be?
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