memory

I was there long before you died.
You stole that place, but that's alright.
Now all what's left is a memory.
Nothing you can hear, nothing to see.

The sun shined that day so bright.
I saw your face in the daylight.
It was so real, it was so fine.
Now everyday I miss the sunshine.

I miss that place where I could hide.
But that is something I always denied.
Now in my mind is still that place,
and the sunshine and your face.

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