In every room of our time together,
there is a box Of memories we shared.
Now is the time to pack away With sadness and with care.
The first is a simple smile, Whenever I thought of you.
Neatly folded into four,
It's the best that I could do.

Next are all the memories Of the times when we were two,
Wrapped with love one by one,
Sealed with tears as glue.
And then there are the butterflies I had when you were near,
Now in a cage of sadness And locked up with a tear.

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