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there is a road between your house and my school
the leaves fall nicely there,
it’s the prettiest road i know,
at least the prettiest one that’s close
there is a lump in my throat,
hand soap in your bathtub,
holes in my winter coat,
when we are on your living room couch,
i almost cry, but i don’t
will you miss me, will you miss me
will you miss me when you leave
slip and you fall, slip and you fall,
fidget with your jacket sleeve,
as the leaves fall off the trees
there is a space between what i say
and what i thought
and when you tell me it’s ok
sometimes i’m certain it is not
there is a lump in my throat,
hand soap in your bathtub,
holes in my winter coat,
when we are on your living room couch,
i almost cry, but i don’t
will you miss me, will you miss me,
everybody one day leaves,
the trees, they all know, the trees, they all know
again that they will lose their leaves,
we’ll have to wait for spring
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