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It's a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand And in the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell And will there be not a trace left behind I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know For the weeds have been steadily growing please don't go please don't go Are you going away... [guitar] Are you going away... You know that was the last thing on my mind From Letras Mania