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I used to know
How dreams can fall to pieces
I used to know
How not to love at all
I used to know
How not to give you reasons
I used to be too keen
On being small

You brought another
Flower to my garden
You brought another
Moment of relief
You brought about
What should have stayed forgotten
You brought me back
To life in disbelief

So many days
Without my heart in pieces
So many days
Without your foreign words
So many days
To draw a list of reasons
Too many days
Without my hand in yours


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