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As each day goes by, it becomes more clear. The thoughts, the sadness, the fear. As each day goes by, it becomes more clear, the thoughts, the sadness, the fear, is because you are no longer here. You're high above us, and I know it must kill you. I know you're gone, but I can still feel you.

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