Good bye. You think I'm going to cry? Ha.. No way.. I'm not sick. Nothing is permanent, not even you, so, good bye. I'll love you forever but that doesn't mean I'm going to pine.... forget-about it. I don't need to pine or even grieve. I don't need to grieve because you're always in my heart but not always in my pocket. |
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Do I moan about the leaves falling in Autumn? No.Do I moan about the sun going down each day? NoDo I cry when the wind makes the tides come in? NoSo why would I moan when I say goodbye?I know how to love, that's what I know. I know how to love. |
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