the lost man chronicles
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oh, the lonely things we do
when all is bright, but our souls
are blue, despite the call to delight
in this revelry of holiday cheer.
oh, the lost souls we pine for
when we ponder another wonderful year
gone by, and how we sigh interminably, aching
as we ignore the passage of time,
yearning to find ourselves with the sublime
people we have known.
oh, how i do miss more than my life
can now tender, and how i long to surrender
once again, to all the hidden and sweet moments
of time gone by.
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