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We walked a path, but not together
You walked it while danger slept
You walked it in sunny weather
You walked through on fields of heather
You walked while the streams ran wet
Our passions go out
Not with a bang but a whimper
Not with a whimper but a whisper
Not with a whisper but a shout
No one is a real poet. Someone always has it worse than you. Real poets are the women in far away countries that don't know how to read Women right in front of us that are afraid to say their significant other hurts them
