The Runaway

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The rise and the fall
We made a whole new graph
The tantrum and the call
I had heard him laugh

Just last night
I still remember
It wasn't all too right
But it didn't matter

Because we were never fine
And yet it seemed
We'll make together to the shrine
But it was too much dreamed

As all I got were traces
Clues left,to make me clueless
And the million faces
Of him,still less

It was nearly dawn
As I sat up straight
My lover was gone
And this was my fate.

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