I know you are gone
But I can not be mad
I am little bit sad
For I will be alone
Your room is not the same
I don't peek through the window pane
To do so to smile is a bit inane
No more can I call your name
Every time I go to your place
I feel empty
You not there, more's the pity
But your love is the solace
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