Day after day;
bright and dawn.
i see it count before me
i see it fading away
like a air of sway
every tick i live
with not my treasure
what a failure
miserable in your absence
obscene like a harlot
when you are unfound in my words
oh my great treasure
endowed upon me
what a pleasure
The closeness between us
cannot only be measured
but you can be sure
There is no me without us
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