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Apr 2011
The words I didn't say

Pounded

As I saw the couple walking in the park

on a windy October day

I do not approach them

She will cry over you

And you will hurt her

And It will not be like this all of the time

on a windy October day

He might not always laugh

And she might not always smile

And you might not always run after her

And grab her hand

on a windy October day

This might be the last time he will ever look at you like that

And this could be the last time

they are ever in love

on a windy October day.
Written by
Mary Catherine
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   heidi
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