The night is still
On this cold winter's night,
Shadows dance
By the moon's gentle light.
I walk the streets
With my heart on my sleeve
Asking myself
Why did you have to leave?
Our love was strong
Our hearts were one
'thought the battles
We fought were won.
Then I ask myself
If we were meant to be...
...I'll be fine
As long as you're happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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