Passing By

December 1, 2007
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Passing through, not here to stay.
Time goes by and you fade away.
Never spoken a word to me at all.
No sound heard of thee as I heavily fall.
Seasons change as the time grows ole'.
For the better my love, for I am bold.
Now instead of speaking I drift aside your wrath.
Not caring as you once did passing by the path.





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