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By Erika Carlson 29 Date: 2005 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.20.06.42.7538]] |
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The wind whispers softly the name I love to hear The windows reflect memories of you holding me near And as I sit and wonder why tears spring quietly to my eyes as I cry The dreams I dream are all of you They're full of laughter and of tears too And as I stumble through the week tears roll quietly down my cheeks as I weep My thoughts keep drifting thinking of you Of all the things I can never again do And what I'll miss the most is holding you Yes the wind whispers softly that name I love to hear And the windows reflect sweet memories of you holding me near And as I sit and wonder why tears spring quietly to my eyes these tears of goodbye |