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Since You Left
Do you know what remains in your place? You are always welcome to come and see. |
| As I bathe in the rising sun's golden aura, my fingers still reach for your shoulders. As I fry the morning pancakes, my recipe still makes a few too many. As I look to the road out west, my lips still reflect the curve of your smile. |