When he'll be gone
When he'll be gone, I will be left cold, Without his his warmth to make me feel whole, When he'll be gone, I will be monotone, Without his light to shine on my day, When he'll be gone, I will feel astry, Without his voice to guide my way, When he'll be gone, I will follow, For he is my light at the end of the tunnel.
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