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Michael W Smith The Last Letter

Sitting alone up in your empty room In the stillness of the night Where all the many dreams that used to carry you Are no longer in sight You put your

Sitting alone up in your empty room In the stillness of the night Where all the many dreams that used to carry you Are no longer in sight You put your

: Sitting alone up in your empty room In the stillness of the night Where all the many dreams that used to carry you Are no longer in sight You put your