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                 She left without saying goodbye.

                 I think I'm going to cry.

             Why oh why did she have to go?

     I would have said no.

  I don't see, why this happened to me.

        I thought it was fun.  I guess we're done.

        I confess.  A mess.

                 Oh, I don't know.  I could not say whoa.

                 There could have been a way.

            The day turns to night.

            And I don't feel alright.

              I thought we were going fine.

      I guess I don't understand.  A head buried in the sand.

             This bright day turns into night.