I tried to write a song for you,
One you'd be proud that I wrote for you.
Would you smile when you know,
That I did this for you?
And how would you like knowing,
I sang, for you?
An empty wineglass,
Filled with memories of you.
Fingers remember the gentle touch, of you.
And now they play these keys,
In honor of you ...
And how, do I tell you,
That
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