With (out) You

A field with dead flowers
a broken clock that no works more by hours
a poison that run thru veins and heart
the fool that believe is smart
a Sun without moon to shine thru night
the sad who need to smile
the head that bow not for a king
but to a screen
a kingdoom without a queen
it’s my heart without you here with me…

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