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All the photographs were peeling
And colors turned to gray
He stayed n his room with memories for days
He faced an undertow of futures laid to waste
Embraced by the loss of what he could not replace
There is no reason that she passed
And there is no god with a plan
It's sad
And his loneliness is proof
It's sad
He could only love you
It's sad