Over you in May
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you were not much of a real friend
the stitches of the seam are torn
you were no friend at all to me
the black dress that I’ll wear to mourn
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and for memories of what could have been
I find no future there
nothing left to wear
but naked lies
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how you thought the truth could be so bend
how you thought that you could lie to me
it was something I had never seen
now I know to be aware
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it is like waking up in Spring
the welcome of a finer day
awaiting morning birds to sing
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the black dress taken by the storm
at last the rain will come and wash away
this pain and shape it in another form
I am over you in May
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entry for jingle potluck
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