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Something is missing here at
home.
It makes me want to go and
roam.
I have an answer that won’t
do.
What’s missing is ME.
(missing you)
The pleasures we’ve known,
I’d repeat.
Your arms are warm, your loving
sweet.
Here I sit on an empty bed,
Writing lyrics for you instead.
Some things are hard. It’s
hardly fair,
With me down here, and you up
there.
If you were near, it’s hard
to say
What we’d get into, day by
day.
Only dreaming, but I would bet
We’d do some things we
haven’t yet.
Or find new ways for some old
things
And see how loud that old chime
rings.
You and I are not nearly done.
We’ll get together for our
fun.
If it’s only watching the
moon,
I’d like to do it very soon
I hope you like my little
rhyme.
I’ll write some more when I
have time.
Although I sleep, you’re in
my head,
I dream of you upon my bed.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright 2000
The midi you are listening to is......"It's Crying Time Again".
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
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