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Jan 2015
She watched me down the river
The bend arrived too soon
She wanted to cry
But I left alone
I told her nobody got me
And the way I said goodbye
Was the way somebody talks before they die

I knew how to love her
But it would have been an act
And she would have fallen for it
That's why I can't come back
I helped her walk away
I acted crazy enough to save her
How she would describe it mattered
And I made sure she knew what to say
I didn't want her to live with regret
So I took it with me
I wanted to bury it along the shore
Where only a loner knows the way
Mark Lecuona
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