Goodbye
By helens
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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As the sun fades behind the hill
Memories of you lie with me still
First I sigh and then I cry
The time has come to wave goodbye
To pastures new I have to move
No longer shall I wait alone
Waiting on the chance you will come by
Or call me on the telephone
I weep right now for what could have been
But sadly passed us by
Out with the old and in with the new
All that is left is to say goodbye
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