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So long, so gone It seems you fly with time Not gone by a gun But as the scent of thyme I reminisce our days Which now has the scent of old dust How we scheme different plays Just to attract our old lust You left without a goodbye But only your last breathe in my arm You knew I was never read to send a goodbye So in your last tears You placed your fingers on my palm No casualty could make me envisage us apart But no thanks to the inevitable one Who has driven us to different paths