Of all the things I could have had,
There is but one that makes me sad,
The thought of you, gone away now,
Walking so far away, but how.
We felt the same, did we not dear,
I try to understand, unclear.
My mind spinning out of control,
Appearing to be nice, yet cold,
Times we had appear to have gone,
All the times, together we shone.
Don't forget my dear, of such things,
For when next we meet, this I bring.
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