Your gone from me,
not by chance,
but by choice;
don't know why,
don't know when.
Out of my life,
no mate of mine;
your far from me,
can't call you wife.
I left you first,
Shut you out;
My heart went numb,
Fit to burst.
We're done, you and I,
A pair, we won't be;
We'll share no more,
and I'll not cry.
It's now the end,
so close the door;
Your gone from me,
and I've a soul to mend.
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