1 am

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It's 1am
And I feel dead again

I remember how we used to laugh until we cry
Talk about the future
How we felt inside
The little house we'd have when we grew old
How our grandchildren would run around in the green groves

But it's 1am and you're not here
And A future without you, is my only fear

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