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                                                                                             I see your smiling face:

a shade of days long gone;

those eyes that gazed at me

can't tell me what went wrong.

I hoped our love would last,

that tenderness would grow;

it hurts that we're apart,

and why I do not know.

I thought we'd still be friends,

although your feelings died,

but that was also lost,

and vainly I have cried.

I hold your photograph

and splash it with my tears;

my memories are fresh,

despite the passing years.

I wish to hold you once again,

to ease the burden of my pain.