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Nov 2016
You left at the dusk of May
Without the memories that stay
You said you’ll be happy there
I hope it wasn’t your err
Away from the afternoon sun
You went missing for the autumn fun
To the cold cities you roam
I know you’ll never come back home
You’ll miss your small sleeps
You said you’ll gain in heaps
I hope it’s true
Missing the memories; you grew
They say the world is round
I hope we’ll meet around
At the cold cities you roam
Cause I know you’ll never come back home

©SmitFairytale
20 November 2016
15:19
Written by
Smit  17/F/Cincinnati, Ohio
(17/F/Cincinnati, Ohio)   
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