"Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes,
I see them every where,
I miss those arms that held me,
When all the love was there..."
I see them every where,
I miss those arms that held me,
When all the love was there..."
"I wonder if she's sorry,
For leavin' what we'd begun,
There's someone for me somewhere,
And I still miss someone..."
“…you may in the privacy of the heart take out the album of your own life and search it for the people and places you have loved and learned from yourself, and for those moments in the past – many of them half forgotten – through which you glimpsed, however dimly and fleetingly, the sacredness of your own journey.”
~ Frederick Buechner
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