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I miss the beautiful eyes that I can sail through forever. I miss the smile that send me to
heaven.



I miss the mouth that says the loveliest words. I miss the hair that every woman is envious of.


I miss the touch that comforts me in times of despair. I miss every part of a second I
spent with you.



I miss the laugh that I rejoice at. I miss the tears that call on me to wash!



I miss the smell! Oh, that pleasant odor. I miss you far and even more when you are near.
I miss the letters that you wrote


I miss the times when you forgive me. I miss the colors that you like because I don't
see them anymore


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