| We haven’t spoken in so long, dear
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| This year has gone by in a blur
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| Today seems everything’s gone wrong here
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| I’m looking for the way things were
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| I know you’d laugh and call me tragic
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| For everything’s in disarray
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| These rooms were always full of magic
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| That’s vanished, since you went away
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| This house is crowded now with questions
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| Your John’s a walking questionnaire
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| And I could surely use a few suggestions
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| On how to brush our daughter’s hair
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| When Georgie needed explanations
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| You always knew just what to say
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| And I miss our family conversations
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| It’s silent, since you went away
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| Winter has gone
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| But not from this room
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| Snow’s left the lane
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| But the cherry trees forgot to bloom
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| I’ll carry on the way you told me
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| I say that like I have a choice
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| And though you are not here to hold me
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| In the echoes I can hear your voice
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| But still one question fills my day dear
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| The answer I’ve most longed to know
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| Each moment since you went away dear
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| My question, Kate, is-
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| «Where'd you go?» |