My Dearest, A Poem – Area Risa

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I have not seen you
From the last our sight
I have not held you
From the last our touch
My dearest, my day feels dry

Muse in every second
Why my dearest disappeared
No one would be in
She knows
When she must to go, I would go

But the man sits alone here
Look at the sky, the sky never be the same
After jokes of love disappeared
Everybody stop laughing
And love has gone

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