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Gone be the birds, when they won’t gonna sing,
Gone people, when I can't see their smile,
So leave your footprints,
I’ll keep them in my heart,
Long after your loving touches,
Are leaving scars under my skin,
And your sweetest smile
Is burning in my soul.
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