There was a time when I would walk the road
Holding your hand in mine without a care in the world;
Laughing over nothing at all, looking at the shops
But thinking of only your hand in mine;
Believing that you belonged to me completely.
Giving you over to another willingly
Had hurt deeply, but I did it anyway;
Believing that a part of you still belonged to me;
Until you belonged to him completely;
Leaving my hand, my heart, my life behind.
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