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The Leaving
Alone I sit in my chair,
Without any type of care,
but in my heart I do fear.
And I feel the sadness of a tear.
I'll leave soon and am no more.
A lonely feeling drips down my face,
And leaves a scar of disgrace,
It's power so longing and so deep.
I listen to its sound as it creeps.
I'll leave soon and am no more.
The haunting sound while I sleep.
It bores me closer to my feet,
So very close to my door.
I leave you and it is no more.
I'll leave you soon and am no more.
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Chris Franks
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