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Standing there

I wave to you

you stare through me and turn away

I hear you walk away from me;

and it's the sound of guns firing

Standing there

I see you fall;

knowing this time it's my fault

Standing there

For what feels like an eternity,

but yet it is only

a small moment of time

Standing there

Sobs wrak my body till

it slowly dies

saying on my last breath

I dreamed of standing next to you

Standing there

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