Yesterday...
Yesterday, I saw you, while I raked the leaves.
But it wasn't real... you weren't there, I know.
It was just a misty fog I guess,
Or a rock that stabbed my stubborn toe.
Yesterday, I thought of you, while I swept the floor
I felt you in the kitchen
I saw you by the door.
Yesterday, I stood alone,
I swore I heard you speak...
I swore that there was talking
It was crying -- it was me...
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