The Days Ahead
The room is dark and lonesome
Your absence leaves a bitter chill
As I walk by, I stop to glance
Your chair is empty, air is still
Counting down the days ahead
Till once again I see your smile
My heart grows fonder, softly longing
Tis unrequited all the while
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