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Feelings come and go
Like that of a creek
The coming only seemed bigger than
Narrowing towards the end.
I pray you don't, the
Pain I've felt upon losing you.
Hear me love,
Wasn't my intention to
Have bade you goodbye
It wasn't so much of my thoughts to leT you die.

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