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I was hoping time would pass soon
But God has other plans
I was making my future with you
Without realising that I was damned
I sent you roses and you gave me thorns
I followed  thinking it was you
But that was just your shadow in the dawn
It was needle in guise of feather
I saw the bridge breaking
So I tried to repair
But eventually it broke apart
Leaving you and me in different paths.

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