There are some people you can't imagine ever being able to say good-bye to until you do. And when you do, you close the door, and reopen it on the other side not the usual side, And find you've lost yourself or part of yourself, you'll never find again. One day you may go back, And reread the lines, And find yourself again In the words that some people forget or leave behind. Those same people, Who said they'd never forget, And those same people, you could never imagine yourself saying good-bye to, until you did....
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