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I've lost you... Iíve lost you, havenít I? I wonít acknowledge it. My words fall silently like autumn foliage. Inside an empty church, where mass just ended, Iím Christ, whose open arms now hang suspended. Love flourishes and fades. Alpha - Omega. One day, a god; the next -- a homeless beggar. Perhaps, itís for the best, -- no love -- no jealousy. Wash down my farewell kiss with sips of Hennessy. Weíve loved each other, dear. How can this love be over? The cold receiver falls as though an old revolver.
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