As her voice echoed through the hall,
I saw her face, full of sorrow and hatred
I saw the picture I had painted for her,
I saw the life I had given her,
A thought rushes into my mind,
Making it so it isnt so,
As I pay a emotional welcome.
There is plenty more to give,
Plenty more to take,
Something to treasure,
And you to hold.
Forever more, shall it be,
There will be no more goodbyes.
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Raeiphon
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