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We used to sit under the bough,

And laugh and watch the violet and orange

Sunset greet us with a sea of stars

I remember you resting on my shoulder

Our steadily rising chest, we finally got things right

And now these days, there's a vacant spot

Next to me, as I gaze over the cityscape

Where be my girl this time? Is there something

Wrong with me, that you are no longer beside me

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