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It is the loss of you that I can't bear
your absence is a presence deeply felt,
'tis a shadow in my mind I cant share,
'tis an emptiness where a feeling dwelt.
The body gone; and yet the shadow lives,
and image I can't see yet I can feel,
that takes away all the joy it gives,
leaving sadness as a vain appeal.
Still I see your pale bloodless face,
the vanished pupils of your sightless eyes,
all sweet life gone without a trace;
for there is no hint of God when someone dies.
You are my spectre which haunts me every day,
and so I weep for there's nothing left to say.
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