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God only knows, what is in store,
For those who trod this path before.
Descending into, the loss of a mind,
Painful to see and much too unkind.
For that path, that does still descend,
Into a life, now lost into oblivion.

There was no expression of love, today,
No hugs, no kisses or to say,
I love you so, please do stay;
Talk to me, about things, far away.
No touching, no holding, nothing, any way
Conveying love, that was, has gone astray.
Perhaps it will return, some spring day,
That's my plea to God, I pray,
To please return the love, I say,
Left her love for me in disarray.

A spring wind, whistles through the willows,
The ground beneath, is wet with rain.
The coolness of the breeze, does remain,
Until the Sun, pops out, once again
And the glories of springs song refrain.

Each morning, comes the dawning
Of a bright, new, sparkling day,
As the Sun slowly rises,
On it's chosen path, today,
To say "Good Morning World."

When day is done and time for bed,
May I rest my weary head,
On your breast, to reflect, about today?
When in the moment, I can't say,
If the good thought, will still stay
Or simply, so simply, just vanish away.
When thoughts of yours, disappear from view,
I will still treasure, memories of you.

Don't weep for tomorrow
With memories, from the past,
For no matter, what you do,
Those thoughts, seldom last,
For we must push on,
Through pain and deepest sorrow,
If we are to have
A happier day, on the morrow.

You come to me, in vivid color,
But I only see, in black and white.
You say that you love me dearly,
I admit, that is hard to see.
I know that is not your problem
And the problem does start with me.

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