I’ll become the cold Wind, shrinking to a sigh,
I will fold up like a handkerchief’s goodbye
If you go, if you leave me, I’ll just Die.
If you go,
Who will share my simple verse?
Who will travel thru my Universe?
Who will calm my everlasting thirst?
Who will heal my dreams and my tears, dry?
If you go.

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