You know how many times I’ve thought about you?
I lose count of how many times I lose count

When someone rings my bell
I tend to think that it’s you
seeking me,
but no.
And that makes me sad.
Both things happen very often.

I only hope to see you someday
and ask you this:
“Remember me?
I dream with you.”

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Un sentimental es un hombre que ve un absurdo valor en todo, y no conoce el precio fijo de nada.

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