You'll miss my hands
After I'm gone
You'll miss my lips
In the morning
When the sun shines down
Yellow on your bonzai tree
You
Will think on me
I will never
Forget your name
No I will never
I will never be the same
You'll miss my hands
After I'm gone
You'll miss my eyes
You'll miss my songs
But I
Will never be home again
And we
Who loved so beautifully
Will be nothing nothing
But a memory
Hold my hand tonight
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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