| Before the colors fade from view
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| I sit alone remembering you
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| All those things you’d say and do
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| And the feel of being next to you
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| The angles of your sweet, old, face
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| The voice that filled my life with grace
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| I walk as through a sacred place
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| Before the colors fade
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| Everybody comes and then they go
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| Everybody fades and glows
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| Everybody falls and climbs
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| Some people go before their time
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| But no one sparkled quite like you
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| I’m gonna miss you through and through
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| I’ll visit every shade and hue
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| Before the colors fade
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| Tonight I’ll read you like a book
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| Every twist and turn you took
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| Every song and every look
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| All you gave, all you took
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| In time you might seem like a dream
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| But until then and in between
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| I’ll linger on each sacred scene
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| Before the colors fade
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| Before the colors fade from view
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| I sit alone remembering you
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| And all those things you’d say and do
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| And the feel of being next to you
|
| The angles of your sweet, old face
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| The voice that filled my life with grace
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| I linger in this sacred place
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| Before the colors fade |