I'm bleeding, aflame in the fire's burn,
I'm crying, like a nightbird's mourn.
No one beside me to lay by my side,
I'm straying, lost in nightly tide.
A little something I hold,
A place in memory, unfolds,
Reminds me of you,
In the depths of blue.
I'm breaking, my heart can't withstand,
I'm staring, can't grasp your hand.
For you're no longer here, by my side,
I'm weeping, in this moment, I bide.
A little something I keep,
A place where the waters are deep,
Reminds me of you,
Where life once grew.
A little something I hold,
A place in memory, unfolds,
Reminds me of you,
Where the mistletoes grew.
To blossom blue,
Without you, I rue,
To blossom blue,
Without you, I'm askew.
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