My heart is a house,
deep in a trench
with a cold bed
When I sleep
I dream
that you will be there with me
looking at the sky
the stars
the moon.
My house is empty
Sad and Gloomy,
One chair, One table
When I eat,
I imagine
that you will be there with me
talking about your day
your night
your life.
My heart will be a home
when you will be there.
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