Be it the cold nights of winter
Or the colourful days of the fall
Be it the things you said to me
Or your gestures too small
My memories are upto a conspiracy
I ain;t making a claim too tall
Truth be told... I miss you so much
That I don;t miss you at all
Or the colourful days of the fall
Be it the things you said to me
Or your gestures too small
My memories are upto a conspiracy
I ain;t making a claim too tall
Truth be told... I miss you so much
That I don;t miss you at all
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