Garrett.

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Not a day goes by.
I'm always blue.
My oh my
I miss you.

My mind is clouded.
I look down and I always see you.
I've never doubted.
Your favourite brand of shoe.

I see a little girl and her brother.
You and I.
The sun's being cast under.
I'm sorry I must say now goodbye.

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