If you're not here,
The Sun won't shine.
The Moon won't glow,
And the Rain won't pour.
If you're not here,
The Wind won't blow,
Life would fade,
Trapped forever in snow.
If you're not here,
Seas begin to fade,
Canyons start to fill,
And though I have picture in hand,
Your love, I miss still.
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