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Your slipper underneath my heater
A heart of glass
You're no Cinderella
And I'm certainly no Prince Charming
Your suitcase already packed
But you've gone already
In fact it's been months
Possibly years...
On my wall is a map of the world
Somewhere you're in it
But even with today's global
Communications
There's no way we're
Going to be in touch