As I sit by my office window, and watch the setting sun, my thoughts begin to wanderto thoughts about youOf how I first met youand how different you were.
We had so much to talk about, and so much to share.
Now as time as elapsed, I see a different you, I see a you - as one who is playing hard to get,
You said you were my friendbut is just fooling aroundand playing with my emotions, can there be another you? can I find that you whom I meta few months ago? I guess no.
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