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The days proceeded moody and leaves were falling,
Yet you are still there to keep me aspiring,
Those sleepless nights that you showed my worth,
I thought you were truly down to earth,
The days come cold,
Same as your heart's constantly changing,
You eventually manifested your true colours,
Which it had given me tremendous dolours,
With just a simple misunderstanding,
We end up ravaging,
To perceive that everything was in contentment,
Though deep inside my soul there is a massive disenchantment.
Every minute,
Every day,
Every week,
Every month,
You're still in my heart.
Too much loneliness,
Too much sickness,
Too much suffering,
Too much pain,
I will still hold on for gain.
The problems come,
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