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Outside the sun
shines through my window
I sing the song
we used to sing
the sun burns memories
of not long ago
Well, I remember
everything
Your song,
the melody is
affecting me
A tear falls blindly
down my cheek
For in my mind
once more
your face I see
But you're not there
to hear me speak
I whistle softly
through your melody
as rivers run down
from my eyes
I hope the sun
will mean
eventually
Journey's end
is not
goodbye
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