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When the leaves fall
and the tide ebbs away,
do the trees despair
does the ocean miss the shore?

When the sun sets
and the hands of time move on,
does the day miss the light
do we search for time gone by?

When its time for you to go
and you turn off your light
for mere hours or sometimes days
Do I miss you?

Then the trees begin to bud,
and the tide rushes in.
The night turns to day and
brings a new set of hours.

Then you too will return
and turn on your light.
Please share your time with me,
cause I missed you.