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Like branches in the winter wood,
no leaves on barren trees,
or riverbeds from lack of rain
that dry within the breeze...
Like candles shown without a flame,
no dark dispelled with light,
or children who have no one near
to comfort them at night...
Like cups that water do not hold
no way to quench the thirst
or crippled legs that yearn to run
but cannot come in first....
Like birds with wings that never fly
not know the meaning "free"
my empty, yearning heart are these
when you're not here with me.
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