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The distance between us
is vast, as though you are a million miles away, yet you stand in the next room In my mind, I search for answers and the ones I find only add to my gloom You lovely face silhouetted in the dim light show streaks of your silent tears I wonder now what I've been thinking, not caring enough, all these years Can I turn back the clock to then and make amends to you? Or will you really walk away and start your life anew? I feel regret deep in my heart as I walk toward you, wondering if you'll wait But then I see the cab drive up and realize "I woke up" years too late...
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