For Deanie. (Remember, this is _just_ a song.)


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She's always there / In my dreams. / Always near me, / Or so it seems.
But then I wake up, / And she's gone; / no longer lives here. / It feels so wrong.

 And she is missing / From my life. / The pain is staying, / cuts like a knife.
 When she left here / I thought I'd thrive. / But now I wonder / How I'll survive.

We barely spoke then, / But how I yearned / To be her best friend; / She never learned.
We share a birthday, / So once a year / I'd give her flowers, / Then stop from fear.

 And now she's missing / From my life. / The pain is staying, / cuts like a knife.
 When she left here / I thought I'd thrive. / But now I wonder / How I'll survive.

I've heard she's hurting / Life turned a curve. / I want to ride up / And rescue her.
But I am trusting / In my Lord / To take her problems / And fix her world.

 But she's still missing / From my life. / The pain is staying, / cuts like a knife.
 When she left here / I thought I'd thrive. / But now I wonder / How I'll survive.
 I see her nightly / In my dreams. / But real life goes on / Alone, it seems.
 But someday yonder / We'll meet up there / And we'll be best friends / With pure Love shared.

Like a river / Split in two streams / Our paths are different, / 'cept in my dreams.