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| Why? by � LouReeves Why are the days so short, the nights so long? Why do I find the blues, for my song? Why do the years go swiftly by, As I know too soon, to say goodbye? Why do I love so much so, When it is near time to go? Why is the beauty of nature on display, When I must leave to go far away? The answer to these questions, you must see, It is to return to all those, who knew me! |
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