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My Last Goodbye
The wind blew hard against my cheek,
As I stood upon the hill.
High up above the town below,
That lay beneath my feet.
Above the sky was pinky red,
As the sun set far away.
A tear escaped my little eye,
As I thought I'd miss this place.
I turned my back towards my past,
As I walked towards my future.
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