I saw you come.
I saw you go.
I could have stopped you,
but I didn't know.
Where did you put the music?
Why did you hide it from me?
You know without you and my music,
I suffer in quiet misery.
Where have you put the rhythm,
I can not find the notes.
Why must you scream a siren's song
to the things I wrote?
I can not hear any music
since you've gone away.
Now that you have left me,
I've nothing left to say.
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