How could I be this at ease with him? Pour out my heart as I please with him? He isnt you...he isnt you... When will I feel so in bloom again? When will his voice warm the room again? He isnt you...he isnt you... Memories may fade in the shadows behind me But therell be the dream That will always remind me a dream that Ill be forever comparing him to... For love me, he may even die for me Sweep every cloud from the sky for me He may be king But hell never be you...
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