Missing

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Like a dream

Waiting, waiting, waiting

I’m push me down frustrating

Myself and you with all I do

And catching breath-I’m baiting

And lift me up I’m brushing

There is no use in rushing

Myself today, I’m here for play

Then close my eyes, I’m trusting

Awake me now for fever

I’ll make of you believer

And all along, hum siren’s song

And into dreams-I’m weaver

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