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As the sun sets from the sky

The leaves fall from its tree

The wind has dried the tear in my eye

But the longing will never flee.

I beg for this day to end

So there'll be less days away from you

And there'll less days to pretend

'Coz I can't endure not being with you.

I'm counting the days that all these will be true.

When I'll be coming home, and never will I be missing you.