Goodbye

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Cease the lies I know the whole truth.

The seed you planted, now, bears fruit.

Reveals the real hue of your bark,

And in my heart it leaves a mark.

Leave today while I am away,

Or else you'll never sail your way.

The wind and waves are my allies.

So go, before I change my lies.

Don't hesitate, it's not your type.

Grab your large bags and your wind pipe.

Get out this time or you'll regret,

For tomorrow I'll never let.

Goodbye to you my beloved,

Take these roses out of my bed,

Their thorns will only reminds me,

Of your love harsher than the sea.


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