Whats wrong with me?
I just can't think about
Something with you connect.
I try to read - i see your name,
I try to watch - i see your face,
I try to write - all this about you;
What's wrong with me? Who knows?
Spring time, i think, ofcours it is.
I whant wake up you every day
And see, and feel you next -
Beside me. But it in future.
Now i just think and dream about
And after i will came and save;
I miss you, baby, just know this.
Miss you
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