Razbliuto in the morning
When I wake up to your text.
You think I'm going to miss you,
But I'm wondering who's next.
Who next to walk for hours with,
Who next to lie under the stars,
Who next to swing in parks at night,
Who next to close down all the bars.
Once I held a torch,
A fire, a flame, a brazier,
But now it has all gone away,
With love I have grown lazier.
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