Of a sweet longing,
For somewhat uncertain clarity.
I am not counting days,
looks like my days are counted.
Somewhere deep down,
I am gone,
on some long journey.
People are still viewing me,
Except me.
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Of a sweet longing,
For somewhat uncertain clarity.
I am not counting days,
looks like my days are counted.
Somewhere deep down,
I am gone,
on some long journey.
People are still viewing me,
Except me.