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On Your Birthday
forgive me for last November -
I never knew the day -
you were angry, to think I could forget you -
how could you know, the opposite were true
I thought of you always -
every day was your birthday
Now, I do not hope for love -
I was selfish, and asked the impossible -
you had every right to be angry.
I was in love, and yet -
I took that flight -
I abandoned you, for another country.
It is growing colder- do you feel it?
The snow will come soon. I know it will snow.
It will snow all over the world.
Everything will be white, and new