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The city was filled with fog and murk All I could see was white  All I could feel was a sharp winter breeze  But my palms perspired and my fingers trembled and my heart raced And I paced
The love we shared was shattered in pieces When I placed your photos in my book's creases I was torn apart when it all ended Badly crmupled and emty-handed   I knew it was the last goodbye
I have been through it all From dawn to midnight I survived the heartaches, bitte truths And yet I am alive   I have been through it all From a start to an end I learned to walk, to run
He was a traveller Someone I couldn't compel To stay a little longer Oh how beautifully He seeped through my skin Something more warmer Than a summer morning's sun The way my body responded
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