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Wander around and wish you were still there,

replace this silent house, your empty chair,

now in my heart, an empty space,

a souls a hard thing to replace.


false friends I cannot tolerate,

relatives to whom I no longer relate,

but I flick the switch and turn the dial,

i close my eyes and start to smile.


find myself whistle and start singing along,

to the tune and the words of our favourite song,

and although the sound of your voice is now gone,

i am never alone when the radios on.


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