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That Fleeting Feeling of Longing

Why would you stare into my eyes? It’ll keep a hold on me While you’ll leave me behind Unrequited this story will be Just like in the past I couldn’t be- “someone’s muse but they were mine” My face will turn gray again And this feeling will die in a million times

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