December 11, 2007
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It doesn’t make any sense,
We once were in love.
But then she flew off,
Like a graceful dove.
She left me cold,
And out of sorts.
“Forever,” is what I was told,
Yet, she has never come back.

This love thing, it can be strange,
When my lover’s love, is so quick to change.

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