It's that time of the year again

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It's that time of the year again,
and the thoughts of you give such a pain.
 the memories from the past,
and the bond that just couldn't last.

I'm sitting outside watching the rain fall.
and wondering if I should give a call
 but I don't know if I ever cross your mind,
like you cross mine, every single time.
The last call felt like a war crime
and now I'm writing poems that rhyme

and all of them are about you,
and it's making me feel so blue,
cause what I felt for you was so true,
 but God damn it you were just... NOT YOU.

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