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I woke up to find you had gone Your scent on my pillow remained Tomorrow we were to be wed (Chorus:) Him: The memory's still clear, the memory's still clear. Her: Does he even know that I'm gone? Doesn't he know I'll never come home? Or maybe you never were there Your scent was just part of my dream These dreams are common as of late (Repeat Chorus) A moment please To sort out these Memories, memories (She's...) A requiem A plea for grace To see your face, to see your face (Gone) From Letras Mania