STAYING APART

The bird would sing songs from a faraway tree,
I stole her from there, she is singing for me.
I took someone’s sun, it is now in my sky.
But the darkness behind, keeps asking me why?
How many more graves will I have to uproot,
And thus play my tunes, from a stranger’s flute.
The dreams that I live, aren’t yours nor are mine,
If this will go on, things can never be fine.
The time has now come, it is now quite clear,
We have to let go, of thing that are dear.
Our love will not die, it stays on in heart,
But we will now spend our days far apart.

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