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OLD ARCHIVE If people could read a clue
They'd know what I'm about to do
I cannot live having loved and lost
I hesitated, my life the cost
My hope has withered and has died
It was my tree under which I'd hide
Now I am exposed to the world of hate
Hate of myself, I contemplate
Will I be there tomorrow to say hi
Or am I here tonight to say good-bye?
