The empty chair covers my day
with a cold blanket of snow
My day begins thus on a low
My mind distracted, far away
The emtpy chair: when I walk past
and see today you will not make
the journey in, all I forsake
except my longing, so work comes last
Never before an empty chair
lowered a man's spirits so
his soul became a darkened pit
Please do dispell this deep despair
and make all gloom and sadness go:
Come into work, and sit on it
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