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I Sit Here

April 29, 2008
By Anonymous

I sit here, sitting on the swing where we use to dwell.
Thinking about how things use to be oh so swell. Missing you, thinking of you. Wishing you were here with me in your arms.
I try not to cry.
But as one tear fell, here follows more.
Wishing you hadn't left, going up there towards the light.
Thinking about you, and that I'm goanna be crying myself to sleep tonight.


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