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Were the nights any sweeter

 Were the mornings any cooler, when she was here?

 Was the mind accustomed to hearing "Good morning Dear"?

Should I still feel all the sunshine

That remembering brings to my mind in thoughts of her?

When Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were

 Her little girl illusion

 Builds a walls of confusion between right and wrong

 They stand there between her and the dreams that I've cherished too long

All faded and tattered

But once all that mattered when she was here

And this mind's growed accustomed to hearing her say "Good morning dear"?

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