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| all that is left are his songs i no longer have a picture or even a written word i tore all of those lil memoabilias all because i told myself "JUst let go" now time has passed and now my love feels dull hoping to take a glimpse at your sweet face, i took a box down from the top shelf.. and all that i could find were your songs those sweet melodies that you had dedicated to me. words of love and devotion, oh how i wish i had held on to that one. but all that is left are his songs. |