Without Him
The air grows colder
I get a little bit older, without you.
The flower you gave me on my birthday are dying, I feel like crying.
I lie on the grass, thinking about that pass
Watching the moon, without you .
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The air grows colder
I get a little bit older, without you.
The flower you gave me on my birthday are dying, I feel like crying.
I lie on the grass, thinking about that pass
Watching the moon, without you .
this poem reminded me of the folklore album and i absolutely loved that.