Once upon a time, we were in love
Our hearts beat as one, like a dove
We laughed and danced, under the stars
Our love was pure, without any scars
But as time passed, our love grew old
The fire that once burned, now turned cold
We drifted apart, like ships at sea
Our love story, no longer meant to be
We tried to hold on, with all our might
But the love we had, was no longer bright
We said our goodbyes, with tears in our eyes
Our love story, now just a memory in disguise
We went our separate ways, with heavy hearts
Our love story, now torn apart
But we'll always cherish, the love we had
Even though it ended, it wasn't all bad
For in our hearts, our love will live on
A beautiful story, that's now gone
But the memories we made, will never fade
Our love story, forever engraved.
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