Still reverberates the crackle of your ringing laughter
It all feels so empty, the morning after
Swept and swabbed the dirt and the dust and the rubbish and the clutter
Pray, how do i sweep your sunshine, from this heart aflutter?
You were right here, i was mumble and mutter and stutter
Now that you are gone, i am a rag, torn and tatter/ed
The words so much like the flowing blood
Need a slash, a hurt to have me flood
You were the joy, now, you are the pain
My efforts to sweep you out, all in vain
Can't wish away this morning sunshine
Wonder when shall the tears rain?
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