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Gone
Gone with the winds that tenderly blow
The time has come for you to go
I now shall stand awaiting this time
When emotions disperse like flakes of snow
To become a memory is somehow queer
For it now all appears so near
And an instant shall come for it all to fade
Into a night that at dawn shall disappear
Sorrow has kept me lying awake
Yearning to find perhaps a mistake
For desire leeches upon my heart
Provoking a feeling of an agonizing ache
In the throes of a sorrow so profoundly deep
A paroxysm urges my eyes to weep
Yet on the morrow I shall move ahead
I shall leap… I shall leap…
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