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This is dedicated to the friends we have lost that ain’t even dead yet…
We were birds of same feather, but cut from a different cloth
Finger food for thoughts
Brain like the beauty, you bring forth
Black is the colour, you made of.
Took my heart through the distance
Broke my heart in all instance
Shatter every thought of existence
Love found, lost, all in our instinct
We make up, we break up!!
Build bridges over same issues
Misuse excuses like used tissues
It seemed like we were best of friends, but at the end we were never official.
It feels like the right kind of wrong
Even now, that apart we have grown
Every now and then, still I wonder how faraway you have gone
As I left you in the past saying, let bygone be bygone