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Crestfallen: Notre Aubade de Pensivité
I beseech you.
To renounce the strong,
position you hold so proudly within me.
Free me from your fists clenched white,
Or would you let your love wither away?

Promise me, you promise
To let go of me, forget me.
Somewhere we forgot to love.
And I shouted it doesnt exist anymore.

Dont return again,
Dont make me need you,
I shall not be my past.
Leave and we shall see nomore of eachother.
Bygones are never bygones...