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Part of You

 

Far away in the distance, 

From a star covered place,

Your silence reaches me,

It echoes in my ears.

I recognize your voice,

Soft and serene as the breeze, 

Filling my senses, 

With colors, memories.

Now you can see through my eyes,

You can taste the snow in my mouth,

You can touch my face with my fingers;

Because after you left I became this new me,

Reborn, part of you and part of me.

Thank you for the side of me that is you,

I love you again.

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