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Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My fathers kiss
When he said goodbye
His scratchy beard
Odd tall hug
Always a laugh in voice
When he saw me walk away

Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My mothers typing
When she was often bored
And often alone
Because we all were away
And there was nothing left to do

Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My brothers whistling
Day in and day out
Always the same tune
Either here or there or everywhere
Not to be annoying
Just for the fun of it
To prove that hes always happy

Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
The cold in my room
I find more blankets
And latch the window
But the cold still creeps in
I smell the fires and the smoke
Anywhere I go
And it makes me think of
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