Oh how the memories hurt
And i love them so
She said she wouldn't leave me
Before i let her go
What a hurtful word to utter
i would never let her go
She owns the letters
To my soul
But would i give
Her them if
i knew then
What i now know
She let me go
She let me go
i will never find another
Such beauty in a rose
And i hate the morning
Still wishing
She could have rose
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