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how unfathomably unfair:
to start to love, only to lose it far too soon

 he smiled a sad smile

life isn't meant to be fair, it is meant to be lived
and to live it, means to have to die
even if too young

though our love was briefly felt
it was fierce
we were brief, but fierce

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gnarly branches,
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taking residence in my heart

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a song upon a breeze
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went lost among the trees

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in silence now we just await
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casting my eyes to ground
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dark clouds have gathered to shade our sun
we own our separate thoughts
both wrought with guilt

I love you
still
but my heart beats out of sync

let the rain pour down
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