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The nights I spent crying, waiting, hoping for you to come back

Back to me

You just left with a sack

Thinking I would let you be

Thinking you could do things on you own

Thinking your better off this way

I felt cold to the bone

Thinking what could I say

Now you were found

Lost, gone, far away from me

You lye on the ground

Cold and sad I could see

Thinking why

For him to die at such a young age

His time went by

Too fast for me to catch up with

If only I knew

I still remember the fifth

If only I could redo

What has been done is done life must go on

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