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Grief, my old friend
It has been walking behind me
sometimes beside me,
like a shadow that moves as I move,
a weight in my chest that reminds me
of a loss I can't forget,
and a love that once was...
sometimes beside me,
like a shadow that moves as I move,
a weight in my chest that reminds me
of a loss I can't forget,
and a love that once was...
