I'll only miss her when I think of her
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And I'll think of her all the time
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Likely I'll spend my days hearing her turn of a phrase
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Things I found hard to praise, right now, would seem sublime
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And the truth is
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I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs
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'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
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Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
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And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
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I'll bet I forget her completely
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In about a hundred years
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The truth is
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I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs
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'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
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Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
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And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
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I'll bet I forget her completely
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In about a hundred years.
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I'll Only Miss Her When I Think Of Her
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| Harry Connick, Jr. |
