Absence

He's lying there alone; under the lively pine tree,
my heart is in danger of crumbling.
Years are slowly passing by, and he  
He's lying there alone, under the lively pine tree
the absence is deeper then the open sea
it is written on my face like a shining bling
He's lying there alone. Under the lively pine tree,
my heart is in danger of crumbling.

The End

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