The sight I see,
The call I hear
Are of nothing but you...
The touch I feel
The songs I hear
Are of nothing but of the friendship you give...
The space you keep
The moments we spend
Are immeasurable, for they are precious to me...
The thought I keep
The memory I have
Is all that I have to remember you...
The air you breath
The protection you give
Is the world, when it comes to me...
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