I hope I can find myself in the absence of you
Because she came and went with all her glory
No it was the mistaken adjective, or was it fame?
Maybe temporarily so
But it fades, it's perishable
Rather have something to hold on to
Something that will transcend to grace
So this absence should be my presence
If each day I'll pick a pen and paper
And jot down everything that makes me who I really am
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