Over and over, one hundred times each day,
You could tell me why you went away,
But how could I try to understand
Why you left my side?
You told me you’d miss me
And you loved me more than life;
That you’d not be happy without me;
Your time alone would bear such a strife,
Yet I ask of you this:
If you love me so much,
Why did you still leave.......
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