In search of you, I lost the way to the real world
Dream of being with him was like halcyon days
Being apart him though memories of his dulcet remains
constantly as diaphanous
It can be erstwhile yet sound of his voice gives life
If it's you everything is perfect and jubilant
In him, the hope of mine always stays...
For his happiness.
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