Perhaps its the color of the sun
Caught seeping through the trees
A crossroad I am standing at
Caressing zephyr breeze
Or maybe its the weather or something like that
But honey, you've been on my mind
When you wake up in the morning
Baby, look inside your mirror
You know I won’t be next to you
You know I won’t be near
Understand I can't forget you
These feelings won't go away
I'm just whispering to myself so that I can forget
That once again
Honey, you’ve been on my mind
Honey, you've been on my mind
Dear Mr. Postman
13 years ago

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