Distant

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Yesterday you were stranger

Today you're my friend

Tomorrow who knows better

You might call it an end.


Bitter sweet memories

We held so dear together

Might you aside buries

In a cold winter leather.


No one asks anymore

How I'm doing?

I might be happy before

Now only past is wooing.


You said we'd part never

Along I've been patient

But if you meant forever

Why I feel this distant.

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