Everything I do echos with the laughter, and the voice of you.
Your on every corner, every turn and twist.
Every old familer spot whispers of how your missed.
Everywhere I go there are poignant memories dancing in a row.
Silhoutte and shadow of your form and face, substance and reality tend to displace.
There's a strange, sad silence amid the busy whirl,
Just as tho' the ordinary things I do wait with me, expectant for a word from you, nothing now seems true.
Only that 'twas heaven to be with you.
Your on every corner, every turn and twist.
Every old familer spot whispers of how your missed.
Everywhere I go there are poignant memories dancing in a row.
Silhoutte and shadow of your form and face, substance and reality tend to displace.
There's a strange, sad silence amid the busy whirl,
Just as tho' the ordinary things I do wait with me, expectant for a word from you, nothing now seems true.
Only that 'twas heaven to be with you.
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