Will I still remember when you've gone away?
How will I ever survive without you
A cold wind is blowing up outside today.
And the chill in the air is getting strong.
The leafs appear colourful as they dance.
As flower buds fall to the ground where I stand.
If only I was given one more last chance.
My heart wouldn't have held so much demand.
Yet it's all way to late I come to find.
As I wander along missing you the way I do.
My heart feels the emptiness that was left behind.
For I know deep within how much I loved you.
This heart can't be fooled that your now gone.
This heart feels all the pain that lingers on.
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