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Milk & Honey
I still look for you
in the little things,
like the morning dew,
and the bird that sings...
..outside my window
there's an empty chair
where you used to sit
I still see you there
...with your cup of tea,
and your favorite book,
I can still remember
the way you looked
...into my soul,
so bittersweet,
I was your milk and honey,
and you're still my cup of tea.
