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Foreverago
We were overlooking Paradise and
I reached for your hand
My finger brushed your hip instead
As you were turning your head
Away
The sound of your goodbye
The pity for me , huge in your dry
eyes
I leapt away
Anything to be away from
My shame
Paradise rushed up to meet
Me
Looking politely away from
My empty
Hands
I reached for your hand
My finger brushed your hip instead
As you were turning your head
Away
The sound of your goodbye
The pity for me , huge in your dry
eyes
I leapt away
Anything to be away from
My shame
Paradise rushed up to meet
Me
Looking politely away from
My empty
Hands
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