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Since you're gone
my laughter has faded,
joys are mirrors
reflecting a lost love.

Paths of pure loneliness,
where the sun doesn't want to shine,
my steps are a lament
that wanders without a home.

There is no such thing as our love
only the echo of a past,
a flame that goes out,
a forgotten whisper.

Winter, my companion
embraces me with its sadness,
in every moment of silence,
I feel your absence, your g