| When You Are Gone I sit here and think about when you are gone. Oh, how those days will feel so long. I can't begin to tell you, in your language or in mine, how much I've grown to like you, the words I can not find. You have touched my soul and you have healed my heart. I can't believe its coming soon, the day that we must part. I have tried to show you in so many different ways, I have saved nothing to tell you, in the last few days. Having nothing left to say, some how that feels so wrong, So I will make one request, remember me when you are gone. |
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