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There are times when I have you,
and times I lose you;
they remain
tears on the page.
 
Sunny mornings in Springtime
and long, cold nighttimes
leave the trace
of love in my mind.
 
Lost, alone
we wander sometimes
Here am I
Where are you right now?
Please come home.
 
I'll be here when you need me,
run to you when you call me;
I'll be yours
when you are gone.
 
I'll grow old having loved you;
with eyes dim with sadness
I'll see you
and tears on the page.

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