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He left me floating on a cold sea
He forgot to take his warmth from me
There is still his picture as I knew
And a few of his letters,one or two
He left me with the great pain of mine
He forgot to take his glass of wine
There is still the smell of cut grass
And sigh,the spring is about to pass
He left me in my dreams,so gray
He forgot to take his thoughts away
There is still a great passion inside
And I still talk about it with pride
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