It's a sunny Sunday afternoon —celebratory day: the sun hadn't visited your city's sky in ages— and you're out in the flea market. Browsing the offerings among the throng of people: old things, new
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Where did you go?
Things were going so well
I don't know if we'll meet again
Nothing sure can tell
The winds have changed
The tide is out
I guess I should move on
But I will still remember you
When all we've known is gone
The road ahead is long and dark
The thought of you is bright
If I continue pushing on
I'll make it though the night
And maybe I'll see you again
Some bright and happy day
I deeply hope that time is soon
I'm missing you today
Things were going so well
I don't know if we'll meet again
Nothing sure can tell
The winds have changed
The tide is out
I guess I should move on
But I will still remember you
When all we've known is gone
The road ahead is long and dark
The thought of you is bright
If I continue pushing on
I'll make it though the night
And maybe I'll see you again
Some bright and happy day
I deeply hope that time is soon
I'm missing you today
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