Always with you
Look at the bed unmade
And Reminesce of me
Think of where we loved and laid
What we came to be
Look careful at the tattered quilt
Twisted over the rippled sheets
Where our love was built
And our hearts would often meet
Smell the flowers of love in the air
The sweet scent of my body and hair
Although the room did seem to be bare
Now you know that I am here
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