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You and i both know

Tthere is nothing more to say

Chance has shut her shining eyes

Aand turned her face away

Leaning on the windowsill

You could write me someday and i think you will

We could see the sadness as a gift and still

Feel too heavy to hold

Snow fallin’

I try to keep from callin’

Watch the spring turn to winter

Fireflies all frozen

the seasons go so fast

Thinking that this one was gonna last

Maybe the question was too much to ask

Been searching for your eyes

All I see is blue sky and that old man beats his crooked cane it’s time to let go leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i bet you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask you and I could see into the same eternity every second brimming with a majesty kiss so sweet so fine you could hear the music inside my mind and you showed me a place i’ll find even when i’m old just leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i hope you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask