what is a rose without its color,
just a dead flower
what is a cloud without the sky,
just a waste of space
what is a golden harp without is lovely sound,
just a broken instrument
what is a poem without words,
just an empty peice of paper
what is a ring without a stone,
just cold metal
what is a beach without the ocean,
just a hot desert
and what is my life without you,
pure misery
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