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Over six thousand hours have passed 
This, this hour now is one of them, 
For one of thousands since we parted 
To give your existence life in spirit, 
Alas can a lifetime together be true 
Your still with me I feel you, 
I hear your whispers preying on my state 
To enter my body and travel to mind, 
Convincing my darkened soul 
Believing you can enrich my very veins, 
I miss you caressing my throat and igniting my fight 
Shouldering my burdens in the night, 
Taking away my fear and despair 
Left with nothing to care, 
For on this hour and many to come 
I remember the ill as well as the good, 
The clock does strike to begin the hour 
And with it the last 
You remain but my past.