Now that you are not here
Who can I talk to
While uttering not a sound
Who shall I eat with
When I hunger inside
For your love
What is to become of me
Where can I go
And not see your face
Whom shall I call
Knowing I only want to call you
How shall I dress
When you I dressed and undressed for
What shall I do
When inside me burns still
My love for you
What is to become of me
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