Sometimes I feel,
Lonely and detached,
From the world,
From my own soul.
At those times,
I remember you.
Your smiling face,
Your everlasting grace.
The calm eyes,
The flowing hair locks.
The gracious hands,
Which held me tight.
I do brighten up then,
I have a step of spring,
Hoping for your charm,
I cry albeit merrily.

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