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The trees would miss you if you left
The flowers would wilt and cry;
The sky wouldn’t be so blue if you left
Memories all around them
(Such moments are hard to forget)
The grass would cease growing if you left
Your footprints would mark my backyard
With a hundred brown tattoos
Because it still remembers the summer nights
After dinner, we would laugh and watch as it grew
The moon would miss you if you left
The times it would find us asleep by the porch steps
The front door always left open
It would be the first to say good morning
And the last to whisper good night
The strings would turn gray if you left
The strings that hold our dreams
They would hold our secret conversations
And replay the words each night
The stars would miss you if you left
And the sun and air and earth
And I would too;
I would miss you if you leave