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Dec 2013
The next time
You call my name
I won't come running
I've spent too many days
Lingering hopelessly at your side

The next time
You say you're sorry
You will not be forgiven
You won't get a second chance
Too many chances have been given

The next time
I shed a tear over you
Whether it be one or a river
It will be made of pure happiness
In celebration of your good riddance
Jo
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Jo  Hawai'i
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