Farewell My Love

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I crave for the way those eyes used to look at me,

Tho' those eyes weren't meant to adore mine

But I do find myself wishing-

Wishing to have never broken your heart

Though it meant saving yours

Then again you'd never know why,

Why my own happiness I had to ruin.


Maybe in another lifetime

Farewell, my love.



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