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Lost Things
A cloud of smoke, a rainy day,
a lovely ribbon made of grey,
slipping through my fingers,
like trying to hold water,
I feel as if I'm a goner,
a speck of light on the darkest night,
hardly seen during my life,
trying to bury hidden strife,
that is so unfair,
like unforgiven things,
that aren't yet done,
never known to I, so young,
I thought i finally got him back,
now i have to go and act,
like I'm happy all the time,
even though once again,
I lost what I believed was mine
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