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The knight was alive,
I saw him with my eyes,
But no love was left for thee,
The day he was taken away from me.
There was pain, guilt and guilt.
If I was not ignorant and doubtful.
If I was not a hesitant and a fool.
Maybe, just maybe, he is here.
Here by my side, loving me.
No spell were ever strong to break what I feel.
But he left,
He was taken away from me.
But he was alive.
My knight is alive.
I saw him with my eyes.
But, we can love no more
For we have our seperate lives.
Copyright © Carel Jean Abulencia | Year Posted 2009
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