Coming back, I don't do that often
To close the door that I had left open
With hopes a bit, not much but little
No more after I let all these dust settle
There won't be any looking back now
Nor eyes laid upon winding trails ahead
Burying all memories underneath I
Decide to move on in life, unafraid.
There is still quite a time till I go away
But inside I feel tis perfect time to say
With tides in my heart not too high
Everything is good about this g'bye!
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