Autumn nights of old
Now only feel cold
I wish I could reclaim
How those nights once were
Looking across the fire
Seeing your bright smile
Brighter than the brightest flame
Now there is emptiness
Where you once sat
Wishing those days had lasted
I hate seeing the open spot
Why did you have to go
It was much too soon
One day I will see you again
I know in my heart I will
It doesn’t make now any easier
I miss you every day
Can’t wait to see your smile
Looking across the fire
That empty space full
To never be empty again
Wishing those days had lasted
I hate seeing the open spot
Why did you have to go
It was much too soon
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