Shadow in my heart
Is tearing me apart
Or maybe it's just something in my stars
. . .
There's something missing from my life
Cuts me open like a knife
It leaves me vulnerable
- Sting
Goodbye. I'll miss you. I miss you already.
Every year on the first weekend of the tournament, I so looked forward to Monday, so we could talk about the proceedings.
Now there is no Monday.
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