Our Love Was Gone
Like the cherry blossom
That once adorned the trees
Our love bloomed
But that was before the spring rain fell
And the winds blew in
Scattering what once was beauty
And with each petal torn from the bough
A bitter tear was shed
As each piece was carried on the wind
A word of accusation followed
And when the last petal was set free
Then our love was gone
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