See the shape of feeling that's
not quite there
Inside my soul
Love has gone away now, leaving
behind an empty hole
Who am I to try to compete
With again, as the silence
so easily rushes in
I will fly away
It was something I only dreamed
of
Something that I'm not quite
sure of
Something that I'll never
tell you about
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