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May 2016
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Wednesday night you loved me
Thursday morn no more
Now my heart is broken
Shattered on the floor

It came without a warning
Just a little note
It said that you were leaving
That is all you wrote

Now I sit here crying
Loneliness I feel
What we had was special
I thought that it was real

I wish that you had told me
Just what you had in store
Wednesday night you loved me
Thursday morn no more
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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