The birds still fly up in the sky, the Sunshine's
there too.
The grass still grows, and rivers flow, but it's
different without you.
The birds songs are not as sweet, the sun's a duller
hue.
The grass seems rough and the rivers dry, because
there is no you.
Although one day these things may change, and my world
won't seem so blue,
yet things will never be the same as when I still had
you.
(Author unknown)
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