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Self (abs.orbed)
I missed you
(No small feat)
Your presence, open
My eyes, defeat
Empty, moot hands
As music intones
Party to some
Others shuffle alone
(Lost in self)
Pitying my condition
I missed you
Regret the admission
Wallflower, wolf hour
Which is true?
(Knows mal feet)
I missed you
Your presents, open
Eyes deaf, eat
Empty, mute hands
Muse akin tones
A party twosome
Others shuffle alone
Loss, tin self
Pity - my condition
I missed you
Regret, miyad mission
Truth be told
Eye was wrong
Full of pain
You were gone.
(No small feat)
Your presence, open
My eyes, defeat
Empty, moot hands
As music intones
Party to some
Others shuffle alone
(Lost in self)
Pitying my condition
I missed you
Regret the admission
Wallflower, wolf hour
Which is true?
(Knows mal feet)
I missed you
Your presents, open
Eyes deaf, eat
Empty, mute hands
Muse akin tones
A party twosome
Others shuffle alone
Loss, tin self
Pity - my condition
I missed you
Regret, miyad mission
Truth be told
Eye was wrong
Full of pain
You were gone.
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