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Mar 2016
Tell me how long
Before the last time
You'll be mine
Because it can't go on

Somebody told me
about your expectancy
Heaven is close
In places like those

When is it for the best
not to say goodbye
when I saw you last
The end was nearby

You were old
And lived good
Still I want to hold you
As I would
Soft 'G',
'uy' as the 'e' in he,
'ai' sounds like the 'ei' is leisure,
soft 'n'.
codenameDust
Written by
codenameDust  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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