Dust

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Slowly I can see that there’s an end;

And that my life is about to die, now I can’t deny.

You walked in looking like a saint.

But now I see, you’re nothing but pain.

Your touch felt ice.

Your eyes aren’t nice.

I asked you to roll the dice one last time, and you did.

You smiled and waved me a goodbye.

Our love is now gone.

With love, I am done.

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