My golden girl is gone,
Lost, with her honey coloured skin
And silver hair.
She left me almost empty,
Paler, and with less substance.
Her scent's still on the air,
And an impression
Almost like a ghost.
She left with few words.
No point in words,
The distance is too great.
Half a world's between us now.
"I have a question."
"Yes?"
"Oh, I've forgotten.
But, we'll keep in touch."
With that
My golden girl is gone.
And silver hair.
She left me almost empty,
Paler, and with less substance.
Her scent's still on the air,
And an impression
Almost like a ghost.
She left with few words.
No point in words,
The distance is too great.
Half a world's between us now.
"I have a question."
"Yes?"
"Oh, I've forgotten.
But, we'll keep in touch."
With that
My golden girl is gone.
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