The Sweetest Goodbye
Clock is ticking down 60's to zero,
the train is barely seen its hood.
A flick of your finger on tip of my nose,
Saying a thousands breathed words.
I move my feet one step away.--
Fasten a tears that want to fall.
You turned to me and grip my soul,
And share our lips of a tender kiss.
I open my eyes and turned to see,
I was left hanging on a bliss...
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