I’ll visit all the places I wanted to take you to,
Sing all the songs I wanted to sing to you.

I’ll let the fresh breeze caress my skin,
All the while my hopes are running thin.

Yet, if I ever hear from you again,
I won’t ever allow myself to feign.

I’ll take you to the places I planned with you,
Sing all the songs on the top of our lungs like we used to do.

I’ll let your warm breath caress my skin,
I won’t ever allow that moment to fleet again.

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