Regrets

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When I was young, I had real friends

Friends who had excess love to lend

When the time came to leave, I left 

Tried to forget, concience bereft.

 

The year was 2006

When she sailed cross the river Styx

She looked at me through the headline

Memory had gone; I felt fine.

 

 

Seven years later they return

The headlines never change, I learn

I watch the news and see her face

Remember I can't take her place.

 

If I bring up the topic anew 

When I whine to myself in the night

I mumble in annoyance: 'Fuck you.'

 

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