With beautiful words you filled my pages,
To this poor heart you were like the wages.
I loved you like the birds love the sky,
Our love story was unrepeatable, I cannot deny.
However your love was as false as the rumours that fly,
As false as the idea of evergreen trees on mountain high.
And so leaving you was the best decision  I made, my heart I did save,
Because loving you was like digging my own grave.
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