Gone
Gone
When I am gone
And the pine trees
Have grown tall
You can listen to my echoes
In the corners, in the walls
If I am not here tomorrow
Put your ear against the wall
And I’ll reach through the echoes
You can whisper out my name
When I am gone
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If I am not here tomorrow
Put your ear against the wall
And I’ll reach through the echoes
You can whisper out my name
If I’m not here tomorrow
Put your ear against the wall
And I’ll reach through the echoes
When I am gone
© 2025 Mira Siegel