Each day I sit and think of you A time a place and a thing you did too Our yesterdays were our golden time When you were here and still mine
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I know the feeling well, yet I have moved on, meeting someone new, parted, and miss them just as much. I guess that's Alpert of life's rich tapestry, but it all hurts just the same.
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I know the feeling well, yet I have moved on, meeting someone new, parted, and miss them just as much. I guess that's Alpert of life's rich tapestry, but it all hurts just the same.