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You barely grasp the things you hold. The day she left you was long ago. You hold your heart. Lullabies and good-byes. Lullabies and good-byes... You're still a boy. Apple cheeks and all. Counting the stars at night, and crying when they fall. You barely grasp... Lullabies and good-byes, Lullabies and good-byes... From Letras Mania