When I have to come to see you,
The wait seems like an age.
When I meet you,
It flies as if a wink.
When I go away from you,
It stands still without you.
Is it me or the time which lingers for you?
The wait seems like an age.
When I meet you,
It flies as if a wink.
When I go away from you,
It stands still without you.
Is it me or the time which lingers for you?
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