I had her once, she had me, then, too.
In my arms, here, was all my world, new.
With time, that was, not long but the best,
She did fade away to far in the west.
Then I met her, yet, only at the nights,
In dreams, we loved, and fought some petty fights.
We still meet, no! Less often than before,
Blame me for the breakup. I sleep no more.
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