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Without You Here by Keri Johnson

The cold has found me now
my limbs hang to bow
Their leaves, falling down
and you - cannot be found
It's a lonely place without here
yet the seasons turn the same
Lonely days without near
as the flowers slowly fade
Our dreams, the shape of clouds
that break like empty shrouds
Our love, a sacred vow-
beneath this dormant ground