Missing Your Voice
I hear your voice sometimes now,
It's in the wind when it blows right through.
I hear your voice daily now,
There's no mistaking that sound quite true.
I hear your voice hourly now,
I start to wait for the upcoming cue.
I hear your voice regularly now,
It has affected all that I do.
I hear your voice always now,
There's no time left, even to be missing you.
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