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The sun still sets in the west , each day it kisses my face
The clouds still shed their silver tears upon your resting place
And Iíll be here listening to the wind, itís getting harder to ignore
Yes, Iíll be here listening to the wind, since you left behind an open door
Well, Iím still amongst the living although a part of me has died
Some say love ainít worth the giving, whatís it like on the other side?
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