Empty Chairs At Empty Tables Nobody sits among the chairs, Nothing rests upon the tables. The place is alway empty now. Because they are gone. How can I live without them? In a world they did not change. All they did was leave this place, And I am not the same. Without then I feel empty. It's with them that I grew up. But they sacrificed themselves, For what? All their plans did not succeed, And they left me here alone. How can I any longer call this place My home?
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