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These floors still hold echos
and they creak when I walk
and the room where you slept
still holds your every thought.
And I sit in my chair
in the room down the hall
remembering the laughter
in the pictures on the wall.

But you've gone and grown up
and this house is an empty shell
covered over and forgotten
like old dried up well.
I hope that you've taken me with you
in a memory or two,
under those big city lights
that keep calling to you.

Last night I slept in the T-shirt
you made on my birthday
and I dreamed of the games
and the places we played.
I saw my little girl
with wild, curly hair
smiling and jumping
and flying through the air.

Your eyes were shining
and your voice filled my ears
and saw a little lady
dance away through the years.
I played your guitar
and I heard your sweet voice
singing the songs that we wrote
and the songs that you loved.

I awoke in my bed
with tears in my eyes
just like I did yesterday
and the day we said goodbye.
And I walked past you room
as I left the house for the day
and I paused in a memory
to watch a little girl play.

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