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Posted by MFish

There lives a deadness, inside of me.
This life of ours, may never be,
A time of love and I see,
You no longer know of our history.
I say to you and tell you all
Or say as much, as I recall
About the joy and beauty of life.
How we met and became man and wife.
You say to me, in a simple tone,
"I don't remember, as I am now alone."
The feeling now, inside of me
Is we no longer share our long history.

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