Farewell

It's not the leaving that's a-grieving me
it's not the going away that hurts me so much
it's not the saying farewell that's holding me back
but it's the holding your hand for the last time my girl

It's not the last flirting that's a hurting me
it's not your words curled up in sentences unknown
and pushing back the past comes last in my regrets
but it's the kissing your eyes for the last time my girl

it's not the seeing you leave for foreign lands
it's not the hearing your goodbyes formulated so well
your very last handshake just can't hold me back
but it's the seeing your eyes for the last time my girl


It's not the leaving that's a-grieving me
it's not the going away that hurts me so much
it's not the saying farewell that's holding me back
but it's the stroking your brown curls for the last time my girl


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