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Your lips
Your eyes
Were never mine
I thought
I felt
That with time
Your laugh
Your happy
Would result from mine
And you
With me,
We'd be fine

But every imagining
that went through my head
Were all soon
Put sharply to bed

I found out that the tables had turned-

You wouldn't ever get your happy from me

Because

you had her.

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