Today has turned tasteless
Tonight an emptiness
Your voice a-vanishing
Your message a-missing
Until come your signs
In the morning lights
Nothing is all right
But a harrowing night
Lonesome lonesome time
O Sweetie pie
In speech
Or scripts
Lo, your tasty tunes
Is my missing muse
Still you are mine
As yours am I
Yours eternally
Affectionately
Honestly
Papa V
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