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Today I dropped my ring,

the silver band with the amber,

I dropped it somewhere along the way,

I noticed it gone and I cried.

I don’t know why I cried,

it was just a ring, just a piece of metal

with a gem.

And we traced back our steps,

I still cried.

I didn’t know why I was crying.

You gave me the ring,

I’ve gotten rings before,

and lost a few I’m sure.

But none did I cry over.

It’s just a ring,

just a piece of metal

with a gem,

the silver band

with the amber.

And somewhere along the way it slipped

off my finger, and fell to the ground.

And somewhere along the way,

I cried.

The ring was what you gave to me,

And I don’t know

when I’ll see you,

Losing the ring was like losing you,

and I surprised at my reaction.



I never cried for a ring before,

and now I don’t know

what you do to me.