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Remembering it still,
The glory and the thrill,
I'd never get my fill of your time,
So precious and pure,
So selfless and sure,
I never deserved your smile,
Though love it can be strange,
The passion and the rage,
How could I let it change my sight,
And all my guilty words,
The ones designed to hurt,
they weigh on me and poison my life.
Picture you,
Before me,
Hollow now,
I'm sorry,
I feel it,
Running in my veins.
In the years since your last breath,
And the hole in me you left,
Are changing me as cold rivers wind,
Oh never let me,
A man of bitter deeds,
I owe it to the weeds at your grave.
Picture you,
Before me,
Hollow now,
I'm sorry,
I feel it,
Running in my veins.
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