After you're gone How will I go to work? Who will I phone To talk through the silent evening After you're gone? You're part of my life, A piece of my tapestry. On what rock Will my castle rest After you're gone? Time will turn But without hands. How will I eat Without my day on your dish After you're gone? You're the only place I can put myself. No hopes or dreams Can fill my tumbling days After you're gone.

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