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    Love is what we call pain.
    Some of them think in the rain.
    What would it be like if I didn't have you?

    You told me that I am the one.
    Now I think because you're gone.
    I miss you, won't you miss me too?

    I write my diary now.
    About I should leave somehow.
    Do love exist only so few?

    I know you are going to miss me.
    I can just feel it and see.
    You should have known that I knew.

    I write in my notebook.
    About how you gave me the look.
    I know it isn't true.

    The cold look doesn't belong in your eyes.
    When I saw it, it was a surprise.
    When I looked, a cold wind blew.