I cannot be what I am today
I cannot see past this day
The light that bloomed
Has turned away
And we become
Much less today
Than what we were yesterday
Though I had turned to say
That we would be here to stay
You had left me alone today
And I lost mine own self to day
What would it be you say?
What would it be for me?
If you were here today
Gone, gone. You were today
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