I smelt your purfume earlier today,
And i have never smelt it since you went away,
You must have known i needed you,
And missed you more today too.
When i smelt it i couldnt help but smile,
And went back on yesterday for awhile,
The tears rolled from my eyes,
As again i began with all the whys.
Then the smell it drifted away,
And on the floor now i lay,
Crying for the one i love,
Who flu to heaven like a dove.
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