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I still linger at the crossroads,

Wishing I could follow…

Did we have to go our separate ways?

If I’d loved your laugh a little harder,

Kissed your lips a little longer,

Would we have gone our separate ways?

I know where I am, but I’m lost all the same…

Waiting for you to call my name,

Right where we went our separate ways.

My skin withers and my back aches,

My body wrinkles and my hands shake,

Waiting where we went our separate ways

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