One. Last. Time.

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i wish that i could turn back time,
see you again and say goodbye.
and make you mine

one
         last
                    time.

i know that it's too late,
rain is pouring outside.
i'm left here to mourn our fate.
i'll try to pick up the pieces of my heart,

(i'll tell you how it went.)

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