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Forgotten


I used to wake up next to you and know what love meant

How it meant the first one up had to make pancakes

And put strawberries on top.

And the last one up had to make the bed

In the craziest of ways

But then you disappeared,

From my world and the one around me

And I forgot what love meant.

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