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What is of me without you
The sun never rises and the moon weeps
The rivers dry and the oceans freeze
What is of me without you
The mornings turn tasteless and gone the midnight breeze
The roses wither and the bluebirds flee
What is of me without you
The smile drains and the heart bleeds
The self crippled and all notions crumbled
While all that is left ... is me
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