SITTING HERE IN
THE SILENCE
I CAN STILL
HEAR YOU
CALL MY NAME
AS THE SONG ON
THE RADIO
BEGINS TO PLAY
REMEMBERING WHEN
FILLING THE E\MPTY
SPACE LEFT BEHIND
WITH MEMORIES
OF YOU AND I
I LIFT MY GLASS
AND START TO
CRY
REMEMBERING THE
LAST GOODBYE
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