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The day passed by
I was alone
The dark night awaited me
But u made sure I did not cry

I laughed and sang
I was with you
The world looked down upon me
But you rushed to the phone everytime it rang

We kissed each other
It was bliss
like the world a vacant space of eternal glory
I was sad you consoled me like a mother________

You were the one the only one in the maims
That i cud ever have loved
When you went away I was quiet
My silence spoke aloud of my pain

Now all that I know of you
Are memories bitter and sharp
Of what others tell me about
But though I was quiet but still my love was true!

Now you kiss your beloved
You are happy you smile
Thjats all I need as consolation
Your joy was my most coveted

Remember that I smile
In all your petty grins
You tear will break my heart
My life has ended where it did begin
But true you still can't outsmart
For the love mine still burns strong
The flames still give them light
To endure the bitter pang
I still would say "I live you" if you phone did ever rang!

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