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HONEY-COLORED HAIR
Private Notes
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Sometimes when I'm lonely
I think back to way back when
And I see your face so clearly
Wish we could go back there again
Riding with the top down On a breezy summer noon
We'd stay out till the air turned sweet
Till we saw the midnight moon.
Country roads and country songs
And things we'd never tell our mother
Those butterflies a random touch
Man, we loved each other.
Tonight I smell sweet jasmine
It fills the still night air
I close my eyes against it
And see your honey-colored hair
It was Spread across the wildflowers
Your eyes looked into mine
Your beauty took my breath away
Another love. Another time.
The pain inside my soul has dulled
To a solemn empty gray
And my life has never been the same
Since the day you walked away
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Remembering when is always so bittersweet. You really conveyed that.