The table is set; the chairs are in place
There's really no more I can do
I'd be content if it weren't for the fact
The only thing missing is you.
How often I wish you were here by my side
Sharing both laughter and tears
But life put a distance between us, my friend
The weeks became months and then years.
I'll sit in my garden sometime today
Stopping to think as I do
I'd be content if it weren't for the fact
The only thing missing is you.
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