I smell you on the air from the baker's.
I eat you for breakfast, in the quiet room with the big windows, overlooking the meadow.
Are you still there?
Do you still think of me?
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I see your face in the sky.
I smell you on the air from the baker's. I eat you for breakfast, in the quiet room with the big windows, overlooking the meadow. Are you still there? Do you still think of me?
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