Her
I know it has been a while
and about a million miles
bIt I still think of you
and the things we used to do
the times we would spend
smiling from end to end
joking about wedding rings
I'll admit I still think about these things
I'll admit I miss you
and the things we used to do
the dreams were I would kiss you
who what would I have to do?
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