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The hole in my heart
Is the shape of a skylark
And I will fill it
With song.
Im dealing with absence
Knowing all along
That what is missing
Has not gone
He is just a visitor
He does not belong here
And all soon will be well
The swallows will return
And the Curlews
will sing their lovely song to me
Again.
Listen carefully,
Still there,
Your beautiful music
haunts my memory
Feeling your presence
Makes my heart sing

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