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We used to talk
We used to confide
In each other 
But now that is gone.

Something we loved is gone
Broke and gone
Can we still call each other friends?
Will you still be there for me,
When our craft is gone, can we still be kind?

But you made your mind up.
And now it's over!
Your choice, not mine! 
It's time for me to go.

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