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This Morning

I left you this morning Wondering what would happen next After all the years of mourning Our love should have been fixed

It doesn’t matter what happened now Because it is finally done There is no turning back now I still wish you were the one

I will never say goodbye But I will never say hello For all the years I cried There was at least one more hello

I left you this morning Your body laid there dead And after all these years of mourning You finally listened to what I said

By: Mika Buell October 31, 2000 9:53 pm Inspired by: A love taking a strange twist.

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