& i thought how lovely to be loved
when they’re gone by their own hand or
by their own cigarettes,
so many people can whisper to one another
‘oh i loved her’
‘he helped me’
‘i miss him’
and never having seen their face
and when someone’s lying on their floor
and they worry they’ll never love anybody
as much as they love him
the man they never saw
she wrote on her hand,
i miss you
i love you
please come home
but gone away was he
too bad so sad
oh i loved her
he helped me
i miss him
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