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Not coming back
She's not coming back,
I know that.
So why do my eyes
seem so hopeful
each time my phone rings?
Why do they search past
the person standing in front of me?
Even when there is no hope left,
I still hope.
I know that.
So why do my eyes
seem so hopeful
each time my phone rings?
Why do they search past
the person standing in front of me?
Even when there is no hope left,
I still hope.
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