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Aug 2010
here we sit in the moonlight
Pondering our last fight
Why is pain so hard
My heart needs a bodyguard

Your words hit home
As you ran away to Rome
It was over in seconds
To you my heart beckons

I thought it was all over
‘till she made me play red rover
I was up for repossession
Then I fought them with discretion

Everything started to go
I will never forget you though
She started the healing
Love I begun feeling

Is it wrong to feel love again
Your heart I must obtain

We sit here in the moonlight
Knowing we wont fight
She made me so happy
An Irishman woulda been ‘well done laddy’

So I thank you  for the pain
The sky cleared up after the rain
As if it was telling me
Letting you go was the greatest thing
Copyright, Bret Desrochers.

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