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There was a time when I thought of you as mine. Maybe you remember too. Then again, it never really seemed to matter, To a woman like you. It's hard to think of how I was used. Maybe I was just abused. You were weaker but thought you were strong. Maybe you were just wrong. Then again, it never really seemed to matter, To a woman like you. I can write it simple or I can write it deep. Maybe either way you will weep. You were so simple yet so complicated. Maybe a bit overrated. Then again, it never seemed to matter, To a woman like you. You always spread your wings looking to fly. It never looked to me like you found your sky. I used to sit and ponder on the things of you. Never could figure out what to do. Then again, it never seemed to matter, To a woman like you.
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