By God, and I miss you still
The taste of another on my lips
Not as sweet as your loving touch
All I care for is you
You, you, you who stole my heart at Bittweg
All else pales, fades, is nothing
feels nothing, cares for nothing
How can I not be with your love
and not without it?
My heart’s chambers still are your refuge
And once I let go of the pain
I let go of you
my love
And I’m not sure that I want to
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
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