dear

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Locking lips in the backseat of your car

Traced my finger over your red, faded scar

You held me tight and pressed your lips to my ear

Told me "we'll be young forever, my dear"

But did you tell the truth or did you lie?

After all, you left me now, you aren't immortal

And now I'm old and feeble and all alone

Why oh why did you have to die?

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