Hi Guys,. Hair Color: Blond. It makes him sick. So sick to knowThat she just had to let him goWithout a word without a signSaying' you were no longer mine'His heart is breaking It's torn apartWhere to begin Where to startAlone again out on a limbWhy not 'me' instead of 'him'Life goes on what is must beLost out in love, left all at seaHe will survive because he's strongAnd so he says to her so longWho can tell what tomorrow may holdPerhaps for him his pot of goldThe one who will his dreams fulfilNo more to taste the bitter pillNever again to feel rejectionTo be complete not just a sectionThat arrow will again his heart captureAnd then maybe his life will rise in raptureFor all of those who've loved and lostDon't give up hope at any costThe one for you out there awaitsTo help you live. Your perfect mate.

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