When I first saw you, I was afraid to talk to you...
When I first talked to you, I was afraid to like you...
When I started to like you, I was afraid to love you...
Now that I love you, I'm afraid to loose you...
Each time I miss you, a star falls from the sky
So if you look up at the sky and find it dark, guess what?
It's all your fault my dear...you made me miss you too much!
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