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The day was bright. The sun had shone.

Life was good, for all I'd known.

Then he called. Why did he call?

He said he missed me, and that was all.



The sun shone bright and brighter still.

But on that day, I felt a chill.

And then he said he'd given his heart.

He called to tell me I'd torn him apart.



It was late. The sun was setting.

It grew colder. The day was ending.

But I'd never taken one swing at him.

He rather have her, our future was dim.



The leaves were falling. The night came faster

As I gazed out on the dark green pasture.

I told him, "What we had was true.

But sadly, it wasn't enough for you."



The darkness was coming, but I could see

This was the beginning of what could later be.