Do you think of me like I do
Do you miss me like I do
Do you remember our talks
Our talks about secrets
Like I do
Do you feel for me like I do
All these questions come to me like a never ending queue
Each of them has its own hue
Of which I don't have any clue
This feeling is so new
Does the same happen to you
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Never ending queue, each of them with different hue