The sand surrounding my feet.
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Drifting in the wind looking on the ocean as the waves roll by.
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The same now as before over and over.
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Meaning washed away with the hands of time.
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Always the same.
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I miss the sight of the faces I know.
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Their voices are the sounds that I cannot let go.
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So far away that silence is all that I fear.
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I hear them now he sound is so perfectly clear.
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My thoughts everywhere but hear distant from where I am.
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The path I follow now I've already seen.
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The same now as before over and over again.
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Meaning washed away with the hands of time.
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These will not become memories.
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They will not be unfamiliar to me.
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These will not become Because they are everything to me.
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Always the same.
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I miss the sight of the faces I know.
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their voices are the sounds that I cannot let go.
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So far away that silence is all that I fear.
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I hear them now the sound is so perfectly clear.
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In Recognition
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Miss May I |