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I heard your name on the wind

And then I was in your arms again

But I pushed away the memory

You are only history

But are you really gone?

Does my love still go on?

I try to push those thoughts away

But you haunt my dreams night and day

Its not as if you still love me

Or as if I am guilty

But there you are anyway

You're the past in which I shouldn't dwell

Yours is the story in which I'll never tell

Nobody knows of what was

Or could've been

And thats the way it has to stay,

Hidden