Drifting through the night over
drenched meadows underneath
flickering lamps with
hankering memories of
you,
I
ask myself what
will become of
life now that
I am
without you
are
the only desideratum
forevermore.
Drifting through the night over
drenched meadows underneath
flickering lamps with
hankering memories of
you,
I
ask myself what
will become of
life now that
I am
without you
are
the only desideratum
forevermore.
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