End

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This is the end, my love
But I hope this is just the beginning.
My love for you has fade,
And I'm sorry because it's too late.

Good times and bad times
With you is everlasting.
But that was the past
And this is an end.

An end that no one can judge,
An end that no one can predict.
Today, I'm letting you go,
I'm setting you free.

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