It is

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A nice accident
A pleasing season
A fleeting moment
that kept me on abstraction

A heart to be learned
for a mind to be controlled
I choose to leave
for you to live

A different marker
A painful reminder
for the unfinished story
and a heavy memory

You were my moon
but choose to be my star
I was your sun
But a different one

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