“Every day, I ask him to tell me about something he knows that I don’t. What is that bird calling in the hedge? How does a meadowlark learn to sing? How does soap kill a virus? Where does courage come from? The only question he hasn’t been able to answer is: How will I live without you?”
I feel like something ain’t right
And maybe it’s only me
I’m sure that later you’ll find
That everyone else can see
That I am on my way
But I ain’t gonna stay
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