“At my door the leaves are falling;
A cold wild wind has come.
Sweethearts walk by together;
And I still miss someone.”

— Johnny Cash

I Still Miss Someone, written by Johnny Cash and Roy Cash
Song lyrics, The Fabulous Johnny Cash (1958)

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American singer-songwriter 1932–2003

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