I still miss them.
All these wonderful things
Don’t make me less sad.
I mourn the moments I loved,
The life I almost had.
They bustle on
Like I was never there,
But in my pangs,
I see I still care
All on my lonesome.
I still miss them.
All these wonderful things
Don’t make me less sad.
I mourn the moments I loved,
The life I almost had.
They bustle on
Like I was never there,
But in my pangs,
I see I still care
All on my lonesome.
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