The old


I call for you in my darkest days

I still smell thy sweet fragrance

On the brightest of days

I still see feel the warmth of thees embrace

Of the coldest of nights

Thy breath i feel on my neck

Comeback to me, come back

To see your face, nay,
To see thy soul through thy flesh

To see the real being within the bones

Comeback to me and set me free

Comeback to me, so that i know how to be me

Comeback to me, i need thee

Comeback to me
Comeback

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