
When you left that September day,
I dropped into a pile of regret,
Regret for saying a brief good-bye,
And not putting up a fight.
I watched the twisted road carry you away,
And swallow you in dust.
I watched the red sun slip down the horizon,
Like a lost love song.
Ps: por motivos óbvios sem tradução.
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