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Jan 2012
When I come in, you go out,
leaving me with little doubt,
you no longer care for me.
It is plain for me to see.

And, though it will hurt me so,
I will sadly let you go.
But I wish the best for you,
in everything that you do.

But I will still try to smile
for I had you for awhile.
Written by
G C Poulos
587
   --- and martin
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