'The last time we ate together
in an eatery I still remember
it was a nice plate of spaghetti
with bread and some iced tea
but that was a long time ago
a broken dreams we both know
with a decision you want to end
of a love I thought was Godsend
the feelings were so low
I knew tears in your eyes flow
that we'll no longer be together
and will scar our hearts forever
our eyes during that last meal
we both knew what we feel
that we see how our future fade
while the soft music is played.'
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