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they'll miss me

when i'm gone

like i miss thee

now that you're no more

i miss the sun

now that it doesn't rise very morning

i miss home

when the road is tough

i miss and love him

now that i let him go

just like you gave me a reason

to hesitate

when i was leaving

not caring the season

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