life would go on.
The birds will fly,
songs will be sung,
cars will pass me by,
darting eyes will be shun.
Hairs would turn gray,
Time will pass
and I will watch all the while.
Children will still play,
people will continue to live.
But without you
I will surely die.
I'll suffer life,
suffer each breath
in the darkness
of your absence.
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