Sorrow is what's left for me without him,
And what's left for me to live in.
Yet sorrow is what's left to help me breathe,
And what's left to keep our memories alive.
Sorrow is what's left for me without him,
And what's left for me to live in.
Yet sorrow is what's left to help me breathe,
And what's left to keep our memories alive.
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