Missing You
Missing you makes me sick. Of a malady With a rare cure... Thousand of rubies cannot buy Tickets of travels cannot get.. The researcher yet cannot find.. My cure doesn't have a prototype.. Just You!! Missing you makes me sad... For the world and it's loudness cannot paddle through the Crystal River of my love.. Perhaps they will follow a wrong course and trade my purpose just for love.. Missing you kind of takes away focus... For I fear the parable He taught had come true.. For I kept part of My treasures on earth, and I'm so scared thieves have made their way' ... Missing you registers your worth... Farther into the blues.. For I read the part you should play thus, mine too... And I'm scared' no one will play the role better With me..
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