Just that sons and fathersAre like mirrors and daughters are soft
I'm the cover of a book,Whose pages are still being written
Through the dark night chasing the morning lightThat headlight streaming white through the night
In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me
Had I known how sweet they wereI would have saved more of these memories
I've sent you roses many times. I've held your hand in mine
But you are still you I'm still meAnd we are still we
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