Don't think about him,
when each time he left,
tears dropped from up high.
Don't think about him,
for each smile that he gave,
was an absolute lie.
Don't think about him,
for the love which he offered,
was not meant for thy.
Don't think about him,
since your heart's lock,
has an opening for any key.
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