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You really don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone
especially when you cry when “your song” comes on
Thoughts of you consume my mind all day
how much I miss you in the craziest way
You were the only one I could talk to
it’ll take time to forget that I lost you
You know I’ve never felt this way about anyone
consumed with passion and warmth like the sun
Always there to comfort me and shine a little light
I could always talk to you no matter how late at night
Life has a funny way of making you appreciate things
you never know what the day will unfold or what it brings
I’ll never truly know why things happened that day
but I will keep you in my thoughts as I close my eyes to pray
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