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Remember when you said



You were my friend

That was a smart trick you played back then



So we grew and withdrew



Nothing like a flower in bloom



We screamed and shouted



We both yelled just as loud



But you look at me now




Without a Sound



Slowly pick up the flowers I left you





Give them Back




On top of my casket





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