After She Is Gone
After she
gone, no fire
warm me up,
no cover
wrap me up ...
No flower
looks attractive,
no song
calm down ...
My life
now, it's a
slow machine,
it is a bird
without wings, yeah
it's a sea
without waves ...
Everything looks the same
but everything now
it's different..even
the noise is silent
and life doesn't
look life...
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