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Sat on a rooftop
Observing the Sun
It was saying goodbye 
Promising to come back again. 
Pulled my cigarette pack 
hoping there was one 
Unluckily, there were none.

I realized, I puffed 
Last cigarette thinking of her. 
Smoke had flown 
Ashes on the base. 
Still, I think of her cute smiling face 
It’s been a year or a more
when we were done.
Well, life ain’t like the sun. 
I feel bad about life 
finding everything is gone.

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