IT HURTS

It hurts each time I realize
That tears are coming from my eyes.
I cry each night when I’m alone
Because I know that you are gone.

It hurts each time I think of you
And of the love between us two,
And now that you are gone it seems
That you are always in my dreams.

April 7, 1977

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