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I'll only miss her when I think of her |
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And I'll think of her all the time |
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Likely I'll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase |
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Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime |
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And the truth is |
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I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs |
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'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears |
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Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less |
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And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears |
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I'll bet I forget her completely |
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In about a hundred years |
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The truth is |
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I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs |
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'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears |
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Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less |
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And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears |
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I'll bet I forget her completely |
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In about a hundred years. |
