Yesterday at sunrise, I vaguely opened up my eyes
to find the space in which she layed was going cold.
And as I slipped my clothes on, couldn't believe that she had gone
Because now once again I had noone to hold.
I ran into the hall, hoping she'd answer if I call
Heard no reply, but why, I don't know.
I checked the lounge, found nothing there, except a note left on the chair
Saying she loved me but she felt she had to go.
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