No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me whether porridge can be warm.<br>No one twists the lamp with me, no one accompanies my book.<br>No one to accompany me at night, no one to share wine with me.<br>No one wipes my Acacia tears, no one dreams of me and the past.<br>No one to accompany me to look at the stars, no one to wake me up, my tea is cold.<br>No one listens to my heart, no one interprets my dreams.<br>No one holds back tears in my eyes, no one worries about my own way.<br>Looking back is always bleak, no one waiting in the dim lights<br>
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