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In the morning I have the dream that you are still here,I smell the flowers like a butterflyAnd swore with my life that your foot steps Are behindI start to sip my coffee and the wonderful breeze Make my middle June summer Like a wonderful springI get up and take a shower; I do my hair like everyday and wear my colorful dressI didn’t go to your funeral Because I know that you will come with my heart And then you may goAnd I will pray for your peace
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