All truths turn in to false
Without you here, see.
And in your absence
Falsehood reign.
Let me call you,
I know your presence is necessary
To fulfill the life' desire
That is there in the air.
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All truths turn in to false Without you here Without you here, nothing may matter - truth or false. Beautiful poem. Thank you.