Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I'm thinking of the days -
I won't forget a single day believe me. I bless the light -
I bless the light that shines on you believe me.
And though you're gone,
You're with me every single day believe me. Days I remember all my life.
Days where you can't see wrong from right. . . . Now I'm not frightened of this world, believe me.
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The Beatles - Paperback Writer
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