Of Love And Loss
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Sandra Feldman
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No,
You can never have him back.
The tears start to flow,
No matter what you do,
No matter how much you try,
The pain is always there,
Like a dented rack,
Whose notches turn,
From my flesh into my blood
More painful every day,
No matter what I do
Nor what I say,
The pain is always there
And will Never go away.
No,
You never recover,
From love and loss,
You become like a stone
That gathers no moss
Against a painted sky,
The day all stars were lost,
And all hope had to die.
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