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Each day without you,
is torment.
Since your happiness is what matters to me,
here is our final moment.
Our final goodbyes,
are the beginning of my first gloomy sunrise.
When I now live in hope, of a day when you realize.
That is was me who eagerly wanted to look into your hazel eyes,
and tell you how much you meant to me.
~
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