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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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