To the gone

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I keep feeding the flame
 Near your picture in the frame
With no aim

There is a fog in my eyes
From tears I can't dry
I know it's a lie
But I like it when you fly
Up in the sky
I don't know if I am sane
But I love your voice in my brain
Even though it's vain
It's better than the rain
Cause it remembers you the pain
The hole , all this lack
It's all black
It's so dark
Please , come back

And then there is the bliss
When I remember you blithe
When our mornings were brisk
I used to risk
Cause I had you
I was with you
And it was all so true 
As the flowers ,to me you gave
Florid and pale
All that had to fade

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