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If I miss you, I'll never let you know.
I'll ask the wind to carry off my memories, the summer sun to burn it out, and the time to wash it away.
If I miss you, I'll never let you know.
I'll keep it to myself, hide it in my stomache, and digest it into my blood.
If I miss you, I'll never let you know.
I'll squeeze it out of my brain, and replace it with loads of exercise, appetite, and work.
But I miss you. And I wish you all the happiness, for now and ever.
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