A Lonely Way Of Life

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A year ends, 

a year comes, 

Say goodbye to my friends, 

As if I won't come, 

into this world again. 

I still remember when, 

you used to say, 

that you're going away, 

But you didn't say when. 

Day by day I thought, 

you would come to say, 

what you wanted to say, 

but you were caught, 

seeing me that day. 

When I arrived here, 

Right where we first met, 

I realized that, 

you’re no longer here. 

Now I'm standing here, 

thinking you're by my side, 

for I am here, 

by your side. 

I would never forget the day we first met, 

and the day we were separated...

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