I feel those days without end
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when we used to be friends
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those summer days were spent
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in search of hope and happiness
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we used to while away our days
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in a beautiful haze
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I guess I knew one day
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that you'd be moving long away
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you said go back to your dream
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back to your wilderness
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go back along the walk
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maybe you'll find some happiness
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I wept a thousand tears for you
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for my love that came true
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and soon I realized
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I'd always dreamt it'd come to this
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And though that time passes by
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and that our lives have changed
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but our love was special
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our love was strange
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And though my heart broke
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in time it did mend
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except when I think about the time
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that we used to be friends
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Beautiful Friend
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| The Cranes |
