| The scent of you is always on my mind,
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| Searching for the strength to carry on.
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| Buried deep within my soul,
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| Your memory will punish me.
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| I no longer see a future with your smile.
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| When shadows fall dark upon your stone,
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| And dying leaves have covered all the words,
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| I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak.
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| In this darkest hour I’m alone.
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| A careless walk through fields of virtue,
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| And calling out to every shattered dream.
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| Circling the innermost thoughts,
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| For this is the day I have truly died.
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| The scent of you is always on my mind,
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| Searching for the strength to carry on.
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| Buried deep within my soul,
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| Your memory will punish me.
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| I no longer see a future with your smile.
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| When shadows fall dark upon your stone,
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| And dying leaves have covered all the words,
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| I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak.
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| In this darkest hour I’m alone. |