I see you walking through the meadows,

the Sun warm upon your face;

A touch of sadness, in your eyes,

I know your searching for a place;

I find you sitting beneath a tree,

A tear begins to fall;

I reach out my hand to touch you,

But you're not really there  at all;

I search the meadows, and places you go;

But no-where can I find,

Then I realize, just where you are

It's the memories with in my mind.

GES

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