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I stretch my hands,clutch vacant laughterin silence and sweet, sweet pain;without demand,but with a longingfor what will never come again.I smell your perfumeon the sheets in the morning--it linger like the patternson the window after rain,a past that lives,if only for th epresent...which is gone and will never come again.to your sad eyes,turned away, mine say'
Do you? Did you? How?'
As the darknessslides away the dayshows what wasand makes what is now.I see your pictureas though it were a mirrorbut there's no part of yououtside the frameexcept the change that you game to me:this will never come again.I am me,I was so before you,but afterwards I am not the same.
You are goneand I am with you:this will never come again.---------------------------
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