Saw her here for a final blow,
To my heart I wish I hadn't,
But in my heart I felt that passion.
The scent of her,
Made me melt and slur,
My words, I found them to be a blur,
As I dazed into those beautiful eyes.
This feeling of her and I,
Bring me from a work of bind.
Releasing the stress,
When I try and impress.
I tell you now, she's gone and won't be found.
I sit here in distress.
379, I will never forget.
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