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Dec 2017
I still remember the way it used to be
When you were with me
I want to meet you under the clear blue skies
And then I can look into your eyes
There are things, that need to be said
Before we can each retire to bed
We are both running out of time
You seem to be looking for something, you will never find
With everything that you do
I will continue to love you
At this time I feel that I'm alone
But I hope that we can share a happy home
Has all this been a lie
Or is this your way of just saying good-bye
Written by
Kevin Thomas Ortiz  50/M/Los Angeles, California
(50/M/Los Angeles, California)   
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