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| In reality you are alive, but to me you are dead, For we have grown apart, and can't recalle what was said, The other day I saw you standing there so still, You hadn't been around in years, so it couldn't be real, I reached out to touch your soft, gentle skin, And realized you were an imagination from within, I missed your touch, and soft kisses on my lips, I missed the way we talked on those long road trips, I thought I had forever have you as my lover, Now our love was dead, for you had found another, Now I wonder where did I happen to go wrong, To ruin the relationship that we had for so long, You've moved on in your life, but I never could let go, For I wasn't lying when I said I will always love you so! |
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