2002-07-26 - 12:04 a.m.
we did the cha cha in our writings as we sent them fro and to
we never missed a beat until you busted your gazoo
now we shuffle feet and then we leave the interview
muttering how very futile is this new dance that we do
and far upon the mountains crystal droplets form like dew
as tears drop from the star rays to renounce the chosen few
for heaven's extract wasted and the vial of healing brew
carelessly remains untasted on the day that I lost you
Whenever i remember you, one question plagues my mind
However in the world could you leave what we had behind!?!?
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