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There were nights when the wind was so cold.
There were days when the sun was so cruel.
I finished crying in the instant that you left.
I banished every memory you and I have ever made.
It’s hard to believe but it’s all coming back to me.
There were things I’d never do again.
But than they always seemed right.
All these memories are blowing away with the wind.
I can barely recall, but it’s all coming back to me now.





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