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a fragrance as you leave
echoes of whispers on the breeze
and you turned away then
I fell down unable to breathe
oh, you left me so alone
I have faded from what we were
with memories turned to dust
only you could do this with ease
songs became whipsers quickly
fading to frail echoes then
renewed in desire and longing
aching for what had been
you cannot describe such cruelty
to love, and not been loved
but this is not love, it is life
to live without the above
imagined slights, taints belief
making the believer recoil
until one turns from dark to light
and again become enthralled.
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