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A sad but joyful memory
She isn’t coming back
I watch the seasons pass
being with her was like smelling the rain
now, each new drop is a drop of pain
to feel her mouth in mine
was like tasting the sweetest wine
and everything that I miss
is the softest kiss
that was meant to be
but is not anymore
she isn’t coming back
I know she is free
she is free without me
and everything that I thought was meant to be
looked like a rose
but it is her I cannot see
it is her that is just a memory
a sad but joyful memory
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