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WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PASSION? What happened to the passion That was there with us last night? Too soon it disappeared - So soon it was lost to sight. I was dreaming of "forever" Yet it was not meant to be - The fire of love eternal Is difficult to see. You walked away without a word; No reason for a goodbye - I felt cheapened and dirty Could not look you in the eye. Ah, what happened to the passion That seemed to be so pure and true? What for me was really passion - Seemed to be just time spent for you. I turn my collar up against the wind Of another bitter truth I found; With head bowed, I turn away And utter not a sound. Countrymom
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