When you face the setting sun,
Far beyond your reach.
And you feel your passion fade,
When the road is long.
Remember the day,
When you held her hand.
When you whispered,
When she listened,
When you kissed,
And she answered.
Remember the day,
When you faced the setting sun,
And you were not alone.
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