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Gone


I left you,

We didn't argue;

but I left you,

Not waiting for another

morning's dew.


I want to see you,

I want to say that I'm here

for you.

I'll wait for you,

Wait for your dreams to

come true.


I want to hold you

below the sun's hue.

Even after my due,

I want to be there for you.


My body is rotten and doesn't

need a new.

A hundred feet below the sky's

royal blue.

Even as a shadow, I want to be true,

I still want to be with you.