She thought, she would become, a lifetime mistery, in me.
In the sunset, that we sat upon, will remember her, in me.
Curious sky, glittery moon, will store our memories, in me.
Still she thought, she would be, a lifetime mistery, in me.
Again she walked, through the lane, of our asset, in me.
And she stared, to the pain, that she'd left, in me.
She thought, she'd certainly, keep all sad hours, in me.
But time knot, with distance, to forgive all wounds, in me.
Then she said, she would like, to let our memories, be free.
And she once thought, she'd remain, a lifetime mistery, in me.
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