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The Wind Keeps Whispering Your Name

By Bruce Clifford

You know I called but you left this morning
Haunting memories of your face
I wish you could still be with me
In this game of life such is fate

The wind keeps whispering your name to me
The wind keeps whispering your name to me

The wind keeps whispering your name to me

The wind keeps whispering your name to me

Faces in my window
Balloons in my bed room
An empty wine bottle sitting on my shelf
Your scent is on my blanket
Your gum is in my freezer
Your sweet smell of love echoes in my mind
Even though you're gone now
My spirit lingers with you
I know I'm more than a tearing eye
Don't let me cry
Don't let me die

The wind keeps whispering your name to me
The wind keeps whispering your name to me
The wind keeps whispering your name to me

The wind keeps whispering your name to me

I know you called and you left this morning
Faded memories of your face
I wish it didn't end this way
Maybe we can try again another day

2004 BruceClifford  

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