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I can see her now…
She’s walking through a field of pretty flowers
Or sitting ‘neath a chestnut tree for hours.
I close my eyes and I can see her now.
I can see her now…
She’s coming home from church on Sunday morning;
She’s waking up refreshed on Monday morning
I close my eyes and I can see her now.
I can see her now…
She reads a book and loves the smell of pages;
Loves puppy breath and babies of all ages.
I close my eyes and I can see her now.
I can see her now…
If only she were real and not a vision
I could easily make a firm decision
To open my eyes so I could see her now.
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