A lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die

2010-01-31 - 21:47:58
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But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone.
It’s just a mumbled sentence to
A passing acquaintance

But there was once you.
You said you hate my suffering,
and you understood,
And you’d take care of me.
You'd always be there.
Well, where are you now?

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