When you're leaving
I heard it so many times,
But I resisted for a while,
It’s dangerous for all of us,
When love is falling apart.
Syntony echoing my fears,
And the mourning of my lips,
Remembering its warmth,
When you painted it in gold.
In grey exile I find myself,
Being from you so far away,
Wish it didn’t end this way,
But it was meant to decay.
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