I like you, but you're always late,
just as I give in you send me a card,
I'm glad you made it to Dubai.
When I dream, I'm on a page,
one that you'll read when we're strangers and see,
What I mean when I tell you that I....
wish the sky were a giant concave mirror,
And you'd see me wave from the roof.
This is not the last time that
We will hold each other.....
We'll float around,
like paulo and francesca,
together but apart.
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