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  • The morning run with the early sun
    Is when I remember you

    Throughout the night, with my pillow tight
    I smell the love we loose

    I knew it will be the last time I will see you
    But I took a chance
    For your romance
    Oh What a trance to know love is true

    Staring at your eyes I took a picture in my head
    I see you everywhere
    you don't seem to care
    How my heart will bear... my soul is dead

    I kissed you goodbye and held you close
    But I suppose
    You went to close
    The story we wrote About the lips the eyes the nose

    … that feeds on the memory of you...

    But then you disappear just like that!
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