Precious - Open

I miss the way you made me feel

And I miss the way you used to be real

I miss the different ways you'd smile

Happy, teasing, soft but wild

I miss the way you'd dance with me

Under the lights of a New Year's Tree

I miss the way you'd blow your candles

And the feel of sand in our sandals

I miss the way you'd play unfair

And how you helped me up the stairs

I miss the way you look in the morning

And how precious you looked at the mourning

I miss the way we never had forever

And now, we won't ever be together.

The End

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