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My darling love, you have become a bit too quiet
I see no evidence or sign of you these days
What's happening out there, that keeps it silent
Why is the silence so profound at my place?
Is it too daring to assume that in our files
Your spirit watches from the photos that you took
And like the Phoenix from the ashes, high it flies
Each time I notice a slight difference in your look
Without soul there is no matter, and vise versa
But what is the eternal soul, my love?
If I can’t see you in this wasted universe
Where should I fly to through this low white sky above?
You won’t reply, but maybe that’s the answer
It is too early for this Phoenix to arise
And by the way, it’s just our Woody on your fencing
She comes by habit, then again away she flies.
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