The sun in the east in my eyes
as I sit on the veranda, coffee
steaming by my hand, I remember
every morning with you. And I
cry inside, the void you left
unhealed.
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The sun in the east in my eyes
as I sit on the veranda, coffee
steaming by my hand, I remember
every morning with you. And I
cry inside, the void you left
unhealed.