You whisper in my ear
With words so purely true
I feel the bliss rise inside me
I turn, but see but a ghost
Fear enraptures me
Have I lost you?
With out you knowing?
A single tear drops across my face
I run
Run to find you
Run to love you
Run to tell you
But you are nowhere
Here only by memory
That single tear becomes real
As I awaken from a fearful dream
What would I do without you?
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