Is it true?
Heard a cry,
You've gone away?
Saying now it's plain to see
Through you,
Like the shadowy photograph,
Or stars in the morning.
They say you've gone away.
But I feel you near.
You're lifting the leaves,
Saying to me,
We'll be close as can be.
Now that you know,
However that goes,
Do you still lie
Down with denial?
For the nearness of you not to be,
That's hard to see.
If you've gone away,
Where've you gone to?
‘Cause I feel you're near,
For now,
Somehow.
And I hear your ghost,
It's calling me out,
From all of my doubts,
Saying to me
Someday that we
Will be close as can be.
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