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Jun 2012
I met you in a world of colour,
But you left me in black and white.
I used to hear the birdsong, the beautiful sounds of spring,
Now, the lonely silence is all I ever hear.

Remember all the songs we sang,
The games we used to play?
How we would draw pictures on the stars,
A paint palette sky to see?

Wherever you are,
If you watch the life I've come to live,
I hope, through the good times and the bad,
You're always proud of me.

Every song I ever sing,
I feel you here with me.
I think of you every time,
The paint palette sky, I see.
Rachel Glass
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