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Me You Sun

One time we were one
She was both my moon and the sun
Every day was for me fun
Until one day she was gone;

He followed his heart
Even though he tore hers apart
What he did wasn't very smart
He did not know where to start;

Sadness, it spoke hello
Hello, hello, and off I go
The trip I took to see her grow
She slipped away, even though;

Three months trapped waiting
Near her commiserating
Days spent on love and hating
Days against my brain debating;

One sun and the fun was gone;
Our heart apart was no smart start;
Hello, I go, I never grow though
Waiting and commiserating
Nothing worse than hating and debating.

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