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She left me so long ago
But the plant she bought me still grows
Fifteen years ago, if you care to know
I miss her touch much, too much
Hours and days come and go
With them, promises and dreams
I'll never get to know
The passing of time can never heal
A life yet revealed
Why must I feel so sad
For a life, I never had
Written by
James Stockdale
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