• Where are you?
    There's nothing left to do.
    Trying to find you.
    It's starting to come into view,
    As I run after you.

    And the skies are so blue.
    It's bleak beauty breaking though,
    Telling me what to say on cue.
    But never as beautiful as you.
    What I say is so true.

    When the morning dew,
    Settles on the false rue
    I knew,
    This was the end of me and you.
    Such a sad thing to live up to.

    And i never knew,
    That it was truly you.
    That cause me to write of my blues.
    A sadness that grew
    Until it dawned on me that you,

    Never even really cared......

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