i think you were here
standing by me all the time
i feel your breath beating my
earlobes and hear your whisper
flitting around me like a song
i feel the essence of your youth
en wrapping my lonely soul silently
i was in the middle of a dream
that comes to me all the nights
when i stand before your portrait
hanging from the wall-garlanded
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