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To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line
if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty
pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already
I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.
//incubus,i miss you.

Some people live because they are trying to fulfill their dreams.
Some people live to snatch the dreams of others away.
And some people say they don’t have dreams.