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Sep 2016
The day that we spoke
is the day that my heart went afloat
Weeks and months has passed
My feelings just continued to blast

March was the month,
The month I smile
Then May came along,
That my story turn into a sad song

Years have passed
You've found yourself another lass
And yet I'm here,
My eyes just continue to tear.
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