And missing you’s the very worst
Of Things that I’ve Been Through.
Though once I almost died of thirst,
What’s that to missing you?
I went without a scrap of food
For forty days and nights.
It’s worse, though, on my fortitude
When hunger for you bites.
Of course I know you’ve got a life
And need to do your thing;
I wouldn’t even want a wife
Imprisoned in a ring.
But, when you’re lying next to me,
I feel we’re both completely free.
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