Every night, like a marathon
Of memories of you - with you - I have kept
My mind a player that only gets
That one CD replayed until I meet you in my dreams.

But somewhere between replays
I have to remind myself to senses
You are not the life I have to live
You're part of who I am, now part of who I was.

Somewhere between these lines
I so carefully written my heart out
I should be on my my way to moving on
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