Oh, how I miss your smile,

Oh, how I miss your smile,
As though you were thy flower,
Which grows upon thy white powder,
Oh, how I miss your smile,
As though you were thy flower,
Which craves thy touch of last lights hour,
Oh, how I miss your smile,
As though you were thy flower,
No sleep have I found in twilight's hour,
For these tears I face are a heavy shower,
Oh, how I miss your smile,
As though you were thy flower,
Thy sadness was forever growing,
For thy own was lost without knowing,
Oh, how I miss your smile,
As though you were thy flower,
For here I stand at such an hour,
As though a poet of the ages,
Left to ponder if thy madness is truly showing.

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