When you are gone
You are not at home
You don't even phone
I am all alone
I feel lost
Like a ghost
Haunting the coast
In the fog
A wistful smoke
A wishful stroke
My pain bespoke
My heart it pokes
On my own
I miss the tone
Your voice to atone
In semitones
Your Love
My lOVe
Our loVe
One lovE
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