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Open Door

 

The sun still sets in the west , each day it kisses my face

The clouds still shed their silver tears upon your resting place

 

And Iíll be here listening to the wind, itís getting harder to ignore

Yes, Iíll be here listening to the wind, since you left behind an open door

 

Well, Iím still amongst the living although a part of me has died

Some say love ainít worth the giving, whatís it like on the other side?

 

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