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A foggy morning... Tim
A window, blurred with dew
I think of you
I think of you
Forgetting everything you were to me
What I felt
What you said
Remmebering only how I loved you
Would I go throug it all again?
To a town I once knew
And all the people are but ghosts to me
Among them somwhere, there is you
You, the only one I can see
In my mind, where I look
Your phantom blocks the scenery
Like the dew on glass
You are my fog
In my mind I say your name
Always...
Tim...
Tim...
Tim...
It is not your name
I dare not write it.
No name can compare to it
The depth, the company it has brought me
After all this time
Echoing in my mind