| I wake up to see you Standing in the morning light
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| I reach out to touch you
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| But all that I get Is a memory, and yet, I feel you are near
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| But my vision’s not clear
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| Yet I have your image always in view
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| I’m forever thinking of you
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| I feel you watching me Quietly in the morning light
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| I try to find some peace of mind
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| In knowing you’re where You don’t have a care
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| I take comfort that You no longer have
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| To keep living in a world full of pain
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| But I ache to see you again
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| On rainy days I sit and think of our lost years
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| The times we spent apart just fill my eyes with tears
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| But fields of wild flowers and yellow butterflies
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| Remind me of you and make me smile
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| I walk in to your room And stand there in the morning light
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| I cherish the memories:
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| Your robe on a hook
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| The pictures you took
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| I can smell your perfume
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| On the clothes in your room
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| Everything I see makes your loss hard to bear
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| I see you everywhere
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| I live now in a still world Listening in the morning light
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| I strain to hear a familiar voice
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| But all that I hear Is the sound of my tears
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| Then from a far place
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| Comes the slightest trace
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| Of your voice saying, «I'm all right, you see
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| And I always will be.» |