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Like the rising of the sun,
Love has come and gone. Like the winter of my life, Neither lasts very long. You reach for the moment, Try to keep it firmly in your grasp, And sigh with the loss, When the time has lapse. You long for it's warmth, Of the well being it brings, To the brink of despair, It's just one of those things. For tomorrow to end, Is all that is left, For one doesn't see, The tears you've wept. All fears put aside, There's only one chance, There is no love, When there is no romance. So dream good dreams, Your destiny follow, Never give in to, A life so shallow.
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