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It’s the dawn of the early morningRed sky is my only warningAs she hugs me I feel homeOnly when I step through my door.As I look into her eyes,do I knowIt’s not her I seek,but myselfTo carry me throughWhen I’m weak.As days go by,AndEmptiness arrives.My stinging eyes,And the tears I’ve shed.For the love is dead.Our love is dead.
