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  • Every time I hear
    About deaths and bombs
    And you’re not online,
    For your smile, I fear.

    I remember your laugh
    Your worries and plans
    Your stories ‘bout love
    And our writing hands

    I’m scared when I know
    The scent of jasmine
    Mixes with blood
    And around here you are not.

    And all I do is pray.
    So that you’ll be at home
    You’ll be ok.

    Even if I have never seen
    Your face, your eyes, your hands
    I pray over and over again
    Cause I heard your voice
    Cause you are my friend.

    Cause between the fog you are
    A standing tree.
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