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Your Song
When I feel lonely,
And I miss you,
I listen to you sing,
To help carry me through.
I close my eyes,
And pretend you're here,
I listen to you sing,
Everywhere.
Then I open my eyes,
Because the song is done,
So I close them again,
And begin a new one.
Your voice carries me away,
From my troubles on Earth,
Troubles I've had,
Since the day of my birth.
I'm sorry when the songs are over,
And I've listened to them all,
When I was listening to them,
I felt a bit tall.
I can't wait until I see you,
To record a new song,
TThen I can listen to it,
All day long.
Copyright ©
Stephanie Weeks
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