الكلمات الأصلية
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Thought of you waiting outside
Peering through a sea of white lines
I'll dream of you every Moon till I die
I wish I knew I could let you go
But you grew inside my room
And uproot all that I'll do
And I'll dream, I'll dream of you till I die
Every Moon and every noon till the end
My best friend, how long will it go if I can't let you go?
What's left if I won't be with you?
Whatever place you go, however far, just know that I will come find you
