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It's Over.

By: Desilu

Page 1, A poem written after the end of an affair.

It's Over.

So,it's over

Well,I never loved him that much

My skin never tingled 

At his tender touch.

When I saw his sweet face

My pulse would never race.

When he whispered my name

I was never aflame.

When I thought of him

I never lost any sleep

I never dreamed 

His love was for keeps.

I never yearned

To hear his voice.

When I saw him smile

I would never rejoice.

And when he said goodbye

I never thought I might die.







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