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Over

by

Jonathan Isenor

I hold my head high
As I look to the midnight sky
I see the stars burning
As everything in my head is turning

You left me to rot
At that very spot
You had to move on
So I needed to be gone

Now itís done
I hold my head high
As I take one last look at the moon high in the midnight sky.

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