Years of absence and years of loss,
Words that could never bring it out.
Not really knowing what is missing,
Stifling up private grief for ages.
Missing a warmth that was hearsay,
Love, talent and words in stories,
While not even a leaf was left behind
Of a life lost so many decades ago.
She told me this to bring a tear to me;
For I had long forgotten this grief
And learnt to live without it long ago;
Than miss someone gone so long.
Too young to have remembered you,
Too fond to love one through hearsay.
Love, talent and words in stories,
While not even a leaf was left behind
Of a life lost so many decades ago.
She told me this to bring a tear to me;
For I had long forgotten this grief
And learnt to live without it long ago;
Than miss someone gone so long.
Too young to have remembered you,
Too fond to love one through hearsay.
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