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When are you coming?
Everyone asks when you are coming here
I wish I had an answer
Sometimes I feel frustrated
Sometimes I feel walking in the clouds
When can I see you again, my baby?
When can I provide you a home?
Sometimes I wish I had answers to every question
And all the time I wish I could just be with you
Questions, no questions, none of it matters.
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