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My hand, holding his
My head on his shoulder
Two halves molded so perfectly for each other
Yet it all went wrong
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My hand, reaching into space
My head resting on its own
Two halves separated so cruelly
What could have been?
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You are gone
But in my heart
You have imprinted yourself
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As I cry out in song
I wait patiently for reply
And my ears hear no sweeter sound than
The cry and the howl that you return.