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It's not the same here without you around.
Everything seems quiet. Seems lost.
The gifts you gave me, I kept it wrapped.
They made sure I'll always think of you.
One day, when we meet, I'll bring them.
Then we can sit down by that small tree,
And we'll unwrap them, one by one.
And those memories will flow back.
::Till then, it's a lonely september::