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Texty: The Call. Memory.

In my memory, I can still see that face
In my memory, I can still hear the voice
I remember talking with you, the stories I could tell
In my memory, I remember you still

You gave the poet words to speak
You were the sun to warm my days
You put us in each others hands
You gave me love before I asked

Oh, in my memory, I can still see that face
In my memory, I can still hear the voice
I remember talking with you, stories I could tell
In my memory, I remember you still

I feel my heart will surely break
I've taken all that I can take
You were the light for me to see
You were the sky that covered me

Oh, in my memory, I can still see that face
In my memory, I can still hear the voice
I remember talking with you for hours by the well
In my memory, I remember you still

Oh, in my memory, I can still see the eyes
In my memory, I can still feel your touch
I remember talking with you, the stories I could tell
In my memory, I remember you still

The Call