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Gold
This was my final “Good-bye.” And I meant it! Yet you keep calling to hear me say “Hello.” I’ve thrown away your junk, and I’ve met a new hunk. And your cell phone won’t see my texting any more. There were days when tear tracks messed up my make-up. I wonder what word I said, to make you mad. Now life’s better and I don’t need your painful silence, because where there is love, my heart will sing songs worth more than gold.
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