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toi left before we could talk,
Before we could tell each other
Our feelings,
And how I miss toi now,
My love.
Why, oh, why?
Did they make toi leave?
Why, I ask, Why?
My tortured soul longs for your touch,
And my hands grab the air that
I imagine toi standing in.
I never stop thinking...
about you,
So now darling,
I write this for toi now;
Though toi may never see it,
I write it for toi anyway.
*For Dylan*
Before we could tell each other
Our feelings,
And how I miss toi now,
My love.
Why, oh, why?
Did they make toi leave?
Why, I ask, Why?
My tortured soul longs for your touch,
And my hands grab the air that
I imagine toi standing in.
I never stop thinking...
about you,
So now darling,
I write this for toi now;
Though toi may never see it,
I write it for toi anyway.
*For Dylan*
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