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I am here to
tell you
we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it
a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing
where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me
or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved
so long ago so well
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Never wonder what I feel
as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me
and I need not reply
Every moment of my life
from now until I die
I will think or dream of you
and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be
confound and out of hand
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Is it written in the stars
are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
just a stretch of mortal time
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