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I miss you quietly, Like heaven misses hell. Like the father misses His astray, wayward son. I miss you like a sin. I miss you like a thought provoked, Tainted blood of a freedom once known
Life is freedom, life is choice, or so we're always told. Life is choosing right from wrong, From being young to being old. Life is love, life is joy, Life is laughter from girl to boy.