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I Fear

A Last Goodbye by Alessandra Carloni, 2015

That one day you will go
And I will not say no
That one day you'll be gone
And I'll be left with none
That one day we will end
And all my dreams fall dead
That on that day I'll forget you
And everything you did.

PK.K.M.


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