Founder's Canon
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y hands are lonely,
Without yours to hold.
My eyes are vacant,
Without yours staring back.
My arms are cold,
Without your body to warm them.
My ears are dead,
Without your voice to give them life.
My lips are burning,
Without yours to put the fire out.
My heart is screaming, crying…
Without you.
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