Can't make right.
The nights are so friendly.The days seem so long.
I miss you so much.
I sit and wonder what I did wrong.
What did I say?
What did I do?
Why did you have to go away?
Why couldn't you stay?
And love me in your special way?
Well I guess this is goodnight.
I think this is something I can't make right.
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