Oh, long the day you are not near!

Though there’s no cloud the sun is dim

How long the day where you’re not here

The air is grey the flowers are grim

Chores are labour when you’re out

The future is a mess of doubt

And what the fuck is life about

When you’re not here?

No modulation towards cheer

And stuff like “though not you ARE here”

I miss you, miss you, miss you dear

When you’re not here. 

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