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Sometimes in the dead of night
i hear your echoing voice
and tears fill my eyes
as i remember my everlasting choice,
and sometimes in the still of night
i see your glowing face
and your eyes in sky blue radiance
hiding scars without a trace...

Sometimes in the dead of night
i still taste your salty tears
and remember the hurt you harbor
and your all encompassing fragile fears,
and sometimes in the still of night
i wonder if there was a way somehow
it could have been different,
i just wish you were here with me now...

Sometimes in the dead of night
i feel so cold and hollow
as i remember your sweet everything
and the promises of what was to follow,
and sometimes in the still of night
when i'm lying there in bed
the sadness overwhelms
as i remember all that we had said...

Sometimes in the dead of night
as i'm sitting there all alone
i wonder if you really cared
and if your love with mine had grown,
and sometimes in the still of night
i wonder if your thinking of me
and when you picture me in your mind
just what it is you see...

Sometimes in the dead of night
i hear your fading laughter
and i smile in remembrance
at the private jokes we used to gather,
and sometimes in the still of night
i think of what could have been
then i bitterly remember
the sweetest angel wears the yellowest grin...

But tonight, this night
i lie bundled in bed so tight
and think of you no more
in the stillness of the night....

- Andrew Miller
(8-25-97)


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