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Her kommer lidt min egen version af en fantastisk sang af Bill Winters. Den beskriver lidt nogle af de følelser, jeg føler lige nu.

Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone.
It’s not warm when he’s away.
Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone
And he’s always gone too long anytime he goes away.

Wonder this time where he’s gone,
Wonder if he’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home anytime he goes away.

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone,
But ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone, only darkness everyday.
Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone,
And this house just ain’t no home anytime he goes away.

Anytime he goes away.
Anytime he goes away.
Anytime he goes away.
Anytime he goes away.

-Stride