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A POEM OF SORTS
so restless and roaming through life not knowing when we shall meet next around the corner i go and up the road so slow my heart jumping aching to see you
when we parted ways and promised the days would once again be ours how was i to know that time would go slow and my heart would yearn for you
now i have given it all and waited for all to be taken still there is no response from you was it all just a dream a whim it all seems because there is nothing to prove that once there was a me and you and memories have faded with time