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Walking down the river side

A chilling breeze makes her apearance
My eyes decieves me with the image
Of a ripped page from my novel
It tells a story about "her" 
A long forgoten "half" 
Who once use to live
In the book of my life
That ghostly image called my name
Aproching me slowly
"Where are you my dear half
You forgot me already?" 
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