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The feel of your body on mine,

As we said our last goodbyes,

The sweet sound of 'I love you,'

As I began to cry,

Your promises of love,

And your promises to write,

Are nice and all, my dear,

But they can't make me feel alright,

I looked into your eyes,

Saw you staring at my broken heart,

I tried so hard to hide it,

But you still saw me fall apart...

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