Even Still

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Contributor: Sam Ballard

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Standing in the field
(you know the one)
I call your name
(and hope you hear me)
Feel you warm within my heart
(feel you even here- so far)
And know
(somehow I know)
That you still think about me
(even still)
And love me, somehow
(even still.)

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Sometimes, when my fingers find the strings of my favorite instrument, I still think of you.


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