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It is late at night as I look out my window
I think back many years
you'd come over and we'd hold hands
I know it's my fault you
never promised you would stay
I used to cry for you
now my heart has grown cold
my face and my body
have grown very old.
I cry when I see myself
practically toothless, wrinkles
and have to live with it
but like tonight
I have fond memories
memories of the good times
laughing, enjoying life
then as quickly as a candle is blown out
it was over and you were gone
I guess it was your time to move on.
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cheyenne blackhawk
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