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What can I do with the memory I have of you?
Sitting staring out of the window
The wind howls
A wave is dancing its way up the rock
No birds, no sun seem to be out today

I have stop counting the days
Now I feel they are counting down for me
I am torn if I should leave this place
As you did so many years ago
Your ashes are laying under our bedroom floor
But are you still here with me?

The ocean is fighting itself today
I remember when we took the boat and sailed away
You said you wanted to build something new
So we stayed in the middle of nowhere
That’s where I often find myself these days
That’s where I find myself these days

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Publicerad 2019-11-25 00:55

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