Goodbye
miles drag on while my eyes lower and fall,
the stars begin to sprinkle the sky,
nothing seems familiar at all,
yet this path has watched me cry,
I frown at the memories,
because even the better ones are over,
and the worse ones repeat the misery,
but you'll always be with me- the luck of a four leaf clover.
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