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Don’t let go.


We met in passing 

In a quiet town hall

It was not long lasting

And yet we had a ball


We spent the summer laughing

As hours passed as seconds

In the mall where I was staffing

Winter’s cold was not beckoned


Her father was a rich man

I was poor as dirt

He told me he was sixth Dan

And no more could we flirt


We met in secret nightly 

Our love warmed the car

We knew it wasn’t rightly

We knew it’d leave a scar


And yet as summer died

We did not want to part

He found out that we’d lied

He made me break her heart


Yet still I wonder after

Did I misstep all those years ago?

Will I ever again hold laughter?

Have I lost my one true beau?


Thank you for listening.