Why do I wait for your presence still,
Though time has moved against my will?
Not to return, not to belong,
Yet your absence feels strangely strong.
Though time has moved against my will?
Not to return, not to belong,
Yet your absence feels strangely strong.
I search for nothing, yet I do,
In crowds, in silence, thoughts of you;
And somehow even your passing shade
Leaves my heart quietly comforted.
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