over and over again

I don't know what you go through, but

I try to imagine you're reading these lines

while you sip something, as you like it.

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I don't know if you're happy or not, but

I can suspect. Not because I have

special powers but of the signs you sent.

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I don't know if you smile to yourself or

you check some playlists, but I can

assume you're in a search for a mood.

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I don't know if you crave some chocolate

or you want to walk on dreams' route,

while you're sandwiched with your owns.

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I don't know if love's spirit booze took you

making you imagine we're together,

while the beams of the stars touch us alike.

I know nothing, except that each morning

we rouse and go through this circus of time,

over and over again, facing it nonchalantly.