Going away takes time,
The leaf has to bid farewell to the tree,
The clouds to the sky,
Where the curling cottons melt away,
When the sun appear.
Going away takes time,
It presses the many happy thought,
Smiles, laughs,
And then cries to let go,
Dear is close to the heart.
Going away.
Wish it was easy.
The leaf has to bid farewell to the tree,
The clouds to the sky,
Where the curling cottons melt away,
When the sun appear.
Going away takes time,
It presses the many happy thought,
Smiles, laughs,
And then cries to let go,
Dear is close to the heart.
Going away.
Wish it was easy.
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