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So long, So long, so much of her
Memories forgotten—departed dawns for me
The doubts are knock, knocking at the door
Another side still to reveal
So long, So long, so much for her
Here is the misery where no one can feel
She lasted long enough—never wanting more
Similar to confusion
So long, So long, so much in her
With tenderness an illusion
And separate echelons of concern
Now she is no longer
She is forever gone
Still every winter stronger
Every night miscarries a new dawn

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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