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Getting to your house Stumbling down the hill Lurching up your steps Reaching for Seeing you through the hole You let me in. I carried in my life You never asked how far I Had to come to sit with you in your Dirty but nice English home So full of things except The way forward. Most of all I don't miss Your two black holes Most of all I don't miss Your empty face Most of all I don't miss The disappointing emptiness. The only thing I miss Is all of you. From Letras Mania