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Thirty-One Empty Days
I sit here and waste my life
Because I have not found anyone to waste it with
I heard you were out there somewhere
But is what I hear just a myth?
You were almost in sight
But you then disappeared
Upon this night I am alone
This is what I have feared
Fear may show at night
But builds during the day
Each night I lay awake
And think about May
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