it's hard.

'Cause you're the reoccurring kind
You are the reoccurring kind
You never really leave my mind
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Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving good-bye.
(bright eyes)

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"Everything is changing-or going to change," said Diana sadly. "I have a feeling that things will never be the same again, Anne."
"We have come to a parting of ways, I suppose," said Anne, thoughtfully. "We had to come to it. Do you think, Diana, that being grown-up is really as nice as we used to imagine it would be when we were children?"
"I don't know- there are some nice things about it," answered Diana, again caressing her ring with that little smile which always had the effect of making Anne feel suddenly left out and inexperienced. "But there are so many puzzling things, too. Sometimes I feel as if being grown-up just frightened me-and then I would give anything to be a little girl again."
"I supposed we'll get used to being grown-up in time," said Anne cheerfully. "There won't be so many unexpected things about it by and by-though, after all, I fancy it's the unexpected things that give spice to life. We're eighteen, Diana. In two more years we'll be twenty. When I was ten I thought twenty was a green old age. In no time you'll be a staid, middle-aged matron, and I shall be a nice, old maid Aunt Anne, coming to visit you in vacations. You'll always keep a corner for me, won't you, Di darling?"
***
"Oh, I know. But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common snese has no power over me."
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i've said goodbye a million times before, but how do i say goodbye to you? it's so much harder to say goodbye when it means let go.
-article one

i can't remember to forget you.