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When they drift away
You can't not cry and say I miss thee
You see as the sun rises
You start remembering the prize that you lost.

For the heart becomes bitter
For the one you love
Is now gone so you ponder
You toss, you turn and wonder
What are you to do now

For they left in the autumn and decided not to look back
You tap your fingers swiftly on the table
You feel as if someone punched the wind out of you.
Your heartbroken, but their torn as well
They will feel scorn for the agony that has been caused then your
left saying you never miss a good thing until its gone