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what it might be like
Sometimes I see you lying down
on the soft soft ground
Sometimes I see you sleeping
on a bed of clouds
So contented with how life is
So happy without knowing why
In this world of concrete and glass
Of electricity in the air
I can feel you breathing
I can see you remembering
Knowing that your tears are mine
And we are in this together
When the lights go out
For the very last time
I want you to know I was watching
I was there with you the whole way
Because when I remember my entire life
It was you in the mirror looking back
You helped me remember my life
It will not be the end when it ends
It is only the room next door
And there I will sleep
Dreaming of your face
