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I still see you, looking down.
I still hear you, even now.
Your never gone from my mind
or my heart. I just need to find
A way to acept it. All
of this mess, this small
Forgetable mess. But it means so much.
I would die to feel your touch
Again, to see your warm brown
Eyes looking over the towns
People - as we sat
In that resteraunt and you'd pat
Me and say, "I love you."
