I didn't look at the world over my shoulder,
I didn't know my world was over,
Until I looked above in the horizon,
And saw my world with no reason.
You were priceless in my world,
Though you left me without a word,
And your goodbye was without a trace,
Finding you will be with a thin line of grace.
And now, gone are the soft genuine breezes,
Because now, they live in a world that freezes,
My dear Roselyn,
I will live to find again a lover who's keen.
Roselyn, old flames can't hold a candle to use,
I'm therefore writing my last letter to you.
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