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waving goodbye
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Friendship sometimes I go to the hills
and there I cast my eyes into the ocean view
and in my solitude, I begin to think of you
sometimes I go to the sea
and there amidst the waves I see a form
dancing in the sun, I thought it was you
sometimes I look at the sky
the stars are blue and the moon is full
I could swear you're looking down at me
and sometimes I stare at the clouds,
travelling with the wind,forming like
handkerchiefs, waving goodbye to me
perhaps you can continue this tita? you have articulated what most people probably feel.