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Time didn’t stop without you,

it didn’t crawl by without you —

it went contra clockwise without you,

forty-three thousand minutes without you.

A severe kind of survival without you —

at night, crying hermitlike without you,

at day, talking and smiling without you.

Your goals were honored without you,

hated and cursed without you.

The strength, not values, faded without you

during the time trial without you

and happiness of being with you without you.