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So this is how it’s going to be

You just turn and walk away from me

And out of my sight

Thinking this will make all the wrong right

But we both know how wrong this feels

As we have no one to talk to at our meals

And we both look up to see an empty chair

Where the other sat, me so comfortable and you so fair

And our hearts just fall to the floor

For we both know the cure

But neither picks up the phone

Instead we both sit alone

And dream of our time together

A sweet love is blown away, like the wind taking a feather