one week friend

I met you many weeks before,
On the table on the ground floor,

Did i know back then the week you'd bring,
One in which i could smile and sing,

The girl with flowing hair and crystal eyes
Not believing words of beauty thinking them lies,

In that week i had no sleepless night,
For during the day you were always within sight,

But the week we had, never again
To our lives we must now tend,
And that one week came to a lonely unspoken end

The End

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