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Rose petals outside my window softly fall to the ground. I pictured you beneath a weeping willow with butterflies all around. And now I wonder how you are I kick and scream and scratch these sorrows out on my guitar. Yeah.

It's been so long since I'd seen ya. Yet you know I just had to lay you down. I didn't know what losing you would come ta. I'm longing for ya now to make a sound. Wow. Oh. No. I can't raise ya from far gone. I've only got this memory of you that still plays on. Yeah