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Apr 3
Remember the last time we met?
We sat in the shadows on a bench.
You sang a song with your beautiful voice,
Wearing a blue top, sitting by my side.

Today, it's raining, and I remember that day.
It's not that I miss the sun above our heads,
But the feeling of someone beside meβ€”one who would stay.

But now that you are gone, I do cry,
Waiting for you as the seasons pass by,
hoping that one day, my phone will ring,
With your name on the screen.
The last meeting always holds a special place in your heart. It makes you happy about the time you spent together and also makes you sad that you can no longer relive those moments.
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Still Smiling  M
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   Zamia
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