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Lonely Me Without You
Bereft am I, in solitude's embrace,
A wretch forlorn, devoid of mirth and grace.
My heart, a thurible, unlit,
Craves thy presence, once a candlewick.
In bygone days, ere thy departure hence,
We...
A wretch forlorn, devoid of mirth and grace.
My heart, a thurible, unlit,
Craves thy presence, once a candlewick.
In bygone days, ere thy departure hence,
We...
