memories and silence fills each room
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overwhelming heavy as the tidal waves consume
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buried underneath the dust & gloom
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relics are reminders of my family of two
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pictures of a happy bride and groom
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ferry rides around the harbor on our honeymoon
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wedding gifts of pots and pans
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sleeping while were holding hands
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as gracie lays upon us as we spoon
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how could i ever be so blind that i could not see
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how could i ever stray from what has meant so much to me
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how could i ever gain her trust without the guarantees
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of who i am or where i'll be
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so now we live in fear of the unknown
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insecure and skepticle her trust in me was blown
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despite the past we face we both have grown
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through the pain to find the strength together or alone
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how could i ever be so blind that i could not see
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how could i ever stray from what has meant so much to me
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how could i ever gain her trust without the guarantees
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of who i am or where i'll be
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how could i ever be so blind that i could not see
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how could i ever stray from what has meant so much to me
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how could i ever gain her trust without the guarantees
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of who i am or where i'll be
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How Could I?
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| Oleander |
