Still Here

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I see you in the roses
In the color of the sky
In all the falling, twirling leaves
That seem to wave goodbye
You speak through all the windy days
And each new peach sunset
And every time I miss you here
I think of when we met
I hear your laughter in the song
Of all the mourning doves
And in each tiny music note
That speaks of death or love
I feel as though you're very close
And yet so far away
And I yearn for that one day
To tell you all the things that I never got to say.





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