A feeder to our hunger
A protector to our weaker
A teacher to our ignorance,
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Those were the days,
When we were oh-so-close.
We each had our own ways, &
Yet it was our togetherness that rose.
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Never have we been so apart,
Yet so connected by a part.
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As part of this group,
We are all ingredients of the soup.
Each one makes a difference,
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You once desired me over all others.
Would anyone have thought, how you now randomly reject me with the romantic eye?
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Holding mine is like holding yours.
Holding yours is like holding you.
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After one slow year
I have again come here
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Oh what is the story behind my life's plan?
Oh when will I feel the glory of a true man?
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Counting the hours to my demise,
I leave the world with a small promise.
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