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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Return

You turn and look my way,
I get shivers down my spine.
You look into my eyes,
And tell me that you're fine.

The last time that i saw you,
Was when you left that day.
You said you had to go,
And there was nothing I could say.

Since them I have moved on,
With all the pain and tears.
Counting down the days,
That soon turned into years.

Now I want to know,
Why you have returned.
It will only bring more pain.
I'm a prize you haven't earned.

But if you want me back,
You must show me that you care.
That means you mustn't leave,
I must always know you're there.

I hope this time's for real.
I'd hate to loose you twice.
But this time I am watching you.
You're walking on thin ice.

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