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Last December, got here on the wrong day
It was too late the soup had gotten cold
And the phone rang, hearts and smiles from my home
With the story I wish that you could know
And I
I miss you
And I
I miss you
Memories stay walking with me
Like you did every day to school
Now I wonder if you'd be proud
That I made the soup on my own
And I
I miss you
And I
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
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