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Before I begin, systematically reliving each detail,
My thoughts I fear have become somewhat strained,
As I clasp at each moment, remembering each second we
spent gasping for precious air.
We never thought it would be like this though and,
Now that the boundaries of our communication have ceased to be,
And the blackbird has sung his tune for the last time,
I remember you with daisies in your hair,
Surrounded by sweet scented Jasmine as you slugged your
whisky from the jar.