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I stared at your wrinkled hands,
This is something I didn't see before.
I looked at you, you smiled,
And I looked away.

I saw a several white hair in your head,
Fine lines in you face,
Your voice sounds tired,
And I felt pain inside.

Years ago, I kissed you goodbye.
You turned your back,
As I closed the door
And headed to the cab outside.

I was on top of my dreams,
But never been this empty within.
Now I looked at you again,
And I just found my way back home for certain.