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Apr 2013
I pictured you with the moonlit sky
He would look upon just to see you shine
I pictured you with the warmest smile
His fingers would trace; I wish it was mine

I wonder what made him love you so
Enough that when you let him go
He turned pain into the loveliest words;
Lovely words that made me ache for more
Bianca
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