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You came to me one Winter morn.
I won’t forget that day,
the marvel felt, the beat I lost,
that endless dot of time.
I think of it, can’t help but cry,
and tears are running free.
Now that our time has passed and gone,
now that you moved away,
there’s nothing left but memories
of what is yours to keep:
my life, my heart, my very soul,
and every part of me.