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My life was a song
When you came along But I didn’t dare To think you cared And I didn’t see What you meant for me Till I started miss Your long forgotten kiss In that summer day Which is too far away, So my heart just broke As I started to choke In the moment you left And the past you swept Like it hadn’t been What we had once lived… Now, you look back To see I am a wreck! Carried out by rip Like an abandoned ship: You chose the safe dry land As letting go my hand And left all behind Without a change of mind… Oh, please, don’t desert It too much hurts To see love is the most Of all the things we’ve lost…
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