Because I will miss you when I am all alone
I will ask my questions then wish you had come along
as I sit here with my head between my knees
my hand trailing listless in your wake no real difference between a
choice and a mistake
the stars led me everywhere but gone
if I could I would ask you please I would shout it to your
stones and rivers
and trees
what were we
doing here
how could we
have been so wrong
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