a lonely tear falls from my eyes,
as I wish not to say good bye,
Your arms have held me tight,
Your love has held me high,
I ache to hold your hands,
touch your face,
I miss the things we do,
weather it be me or you,
together we fit,
like two peas in a pod,
but now apart I fear
as a lonely tear escapes my heart.
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