There's nothing left to say that we haven't said,
I know there's still perfume to linger in your bed
but really, I don't wish to know about these things,
She'll soon replace my scent, my smile, my everything.
But it's okay, my dear, I mean it, really do...
I hope she does more than I did for you,
Because when clouds die, I know about my wish
And all I hope, my dear, is for you to be safe.
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