[You are gone. Not forever, but for a week. Okay 3 days to be specific. I know you like mountains, but they make me claustrophobic. Because they take away all your attention.]
And in some time you will be gone,
gone for a week, gone away miles.
All of a sudden I am reminded of all that you said,
I keep on thinking the word game we played.
An hour or two you will be locked in the beauties of the mountain
I'll feel claustrophobic, tormented in pain.
For you are away, away from me
Away from the chores, whistles
You'll set yourself free.
And I will be nowhere.
And in some time you will be gone,
gone for a week, gone away miles.
All of a sudden I am reminded of all that you said,
I keep on thinking the word game we played.
An hour or two you will be locked in the beauties of the mountain
I'll feel claustrophobic, tormented in pain.
For you are away, away from me
Away from the chores, whistles
You'll set yourself free.
And I will be nowhere.
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