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Now I'm staring at the moon
It's bright
Like your smile and eyes
I can feel your pulse
I know you're here
But not physically
Yes my heart is beating too
But I'm dead on the inside
January comes and I thought I was in love.
February passes and I was so wrong.
March, April, May, and June all sneak through.
