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never heard her weep out loud before
hard to believe she loves me so much
they called her in for this one last time
no kisses allowed or a hint of a touch
lonely years and empty days before that
vision of blue eyes and short red dress,
the night fate put me on the right path
ending years of drift and its futile mess
takes a lot to kill love but I did my best
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Tuesday 27th July 2021 10:16 am

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