If you decide to go, go,
My dove did and I cried,
A night and a day,
She left me lonely,
In search of valour,
But fell for a serpent,
I mourned her with a Gin
And here a kite like you...?
And I loath you, sincerely,
Your space will be taken,
You memories will fade off,
Happily...
And days will pass on,
It will be like it wasn't
A soft history of a pawn,
In my game of chase
There is Run waiting
For your departure,
Don't hesitate,
Leave!
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