What's left of them?
The only thing I ask of you
Is to wait for my wills to redo
So I can stand
What should I say about our done
The bond we used to share?
I can still feel it in my bones
For the missing I am prone to
And it's actually everywhere
It's got its taste, it's all around
Please never say it was waste of time
All I used to see in you
Is still there, then I swear
The times we made together
Will be kept safe and alive
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