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Woman, woman that I loved uncommonly Several springs ago When the weather was good and callow When the wind whistled swiftly, low and slow
You left formally without saying farewell
Mwen te di alo Epi ou te di orevwa Relasyon an fini Ou te di Zafè lanmou nou fini Ou te di
J'ai dit bonjour Et vous avez dit au revoir La relation est terminée Vous avez dit Notre histoire d'amour est terminée
Eu disse olá E voce disse adeus O relacionamento acabou Você disse Nossa história de amor acabou Você disse
I said hi And you said good bye The relationship is over You said Our love affair is over You said
Te estoy dando la espalda como la paloma Flotando tristemente en el cielo azul profundo Me voy y me despido en voz alta Adiós, au revoir, arrivederci a mi amor.
I am giving you my back like the dove Hovering sadly in the deep blue sky I am leaving and loudly saying goodbye Farewell, au revoir, adios to my love.
Newer times found me just as disdained as I found them Mood indigo farewell blues, I'm in love with my sadness Just as much as I'm in love with you
Something bad has happened, we've lost Dawn Wells.Her friends and family must be going through Hell.When we lose such a talented person, it's hard to understand.For a few years she starred on "Gilligan's Island" as Mary Ann.
autumnhides the keyto the sunlight: green emeraldsare going out at my feet and wordsare going undergroundjust like water
She starred in a Star Trek episode as the girlfriend of Khan.She was talented but it's sad because now she is gone.She had Multiple Sclerosis and by 1985, she was bound to a wheelchair.
Life is so unsettled Oftimes it is this way Goodbyes are the hardest Of things we have to say - And as we get older Our love ones gather near Goodbyes become harder But time together dear
Lolo... Here's a letter to you. To the man who spoke so soft and yet so proud of his past. To the man who worked so hard yet also not so fast. To the man who understood when to stop and when to go,
    Letter Poem- Dear Best Friends   Hey! How have you guys been? I’m sorry we all couldn’t keep in touch.
I can think of a million ways to say goodbye but Saying so long to you was the hardest thing to do. I never thought I would have to say it to you.
I walk through the halls of the memories of my life Wondering if I had done everything I could to make it all right.
I was once a spoiled child.   Taking everything for granted, I hardly stopped to notice my way of thinking.   Forever complaining, Hardly thanking.  
We cry adieu, the red-haired vulturecrys not a tear, for all is spentits heart is rent, all hidden treasureNevermore to gleam in warmth of light
You left a residue of memories
Mother gave birth to me. Father saw me be born. How can he not care That I am so torn? I wanted him here; In my life, But instead he took off With his new wife. He always makes promises,
Will I see you
Don't think you can ignore me Walk out of the door and out of my life I looked up to you and thought of you twice To me you were everything, the reason I lived and breathed
On a clear night, I look up and think that the sidewalk would rise vertical so that I may walk all those miles to the stars and on a bright morning as the sun still nudges the horizon,
One of my old poems:  My heart grows colder My body grows harder My hair grows longer The days grow darker   Look back and find I'm standing alone again And I come to discover
Screw you! Your superiority, Your self-righteousness, Your personality. Screw you! Your attitude, Your martyrism,  Your hate. I'm done trying. To please, To serve,
See you soon (to Clare and Magdalene) By: Darlyn C. Lojero    
I noticed you leave as it rained yesterdayWiping the last of your paw prints awayI joined with the sky as the heavy drops fellNow my windshield is bare and my heart is as wellI got home from school and waited for you
Sestina: A Sister's Farewell     Even on the weekends I find myself at home— Not with friends because being with my sister works. Our stories and adventures, at times, incite tears.
Sestina: A Sister's Farewell     Even on the weekends I find myself at home— Not with friends because being with my sister works. Our stories and adventures, at times, incite tears.
(poems go here) Somewhere along the line of scrimmage I lost my sense of self. 15,000 concussions over 45 years Can do that to a man. My name is Junior Seau, And football is the only identity I've ever known.
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