Caressing your dark brown hair,
our hands were merged as one
I felt at ease and that I was of some worth
Now I've came to be your past
All we had was gone into a
fragment of memories
What we were came to be
so fleeting
You've moved to another love, or so
Here I stand with my lonely hand
we were all a whisper
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