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So I wrote another eastward song, The talks were short but the road was long, now it's just a picture in a box; your smiling face. So I endured another long goodbye, the tears were brief but the feelings thrived. now it's just a thick skin that I use, that I try. So I took a drive on a familiar road, I knew the ground; I'd walked nearby. now it's just a memory of past days; i've said goodbye. From Letras Mania