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john creamer - stephane k parçası
i walked home the other day,
and saw your face
appearing disappearing and reappearing in my mind,
and i wished you just stayed
dancing and lingering
thinking of you,
chasing memories of you and your-
your eyes, your face, your lips
the way you used to move across the floor,
i have traced your footprints
what would it be like if you were here?
i wonder if you know how you cross my mind,
i think i miss you
i wish you knew,
i wish you knew how much i wish that you were here with me
