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Without
I see you once, but now you are gone
Back again but farther away
Deeper my heart grows upon
Your every sway
Time is my only friend
It heals most pain
But fails to mend
My mind that is now insane
Concious now are the thoughts I lament
No touch of your hair
Instead is sent
a reality of despair
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Sorrow is better than laughter,
because a sad face is good for the heart. -Ecclesiastes 7:3
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