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I sit alone and gaze at the screen of life I wonder if he will join me He says he'll never walk down the aisle But I imagine he will I imagine he comes to fill that cold, empty seat beside me And I watch a show unfold on the screen of piercing blue A show that only I can see But a show only he could create Where we are cast in leading roles Crucial actors in a plot so drunk with passionate tones I can't look away Afraid that to blink would remind me the show never started And that there beside me Is still a seat So empty, so cold |
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