when the moon comes up.
I dream about the times,
that I miss so much.
I used to test you back,
but now I have to deny.
I'm going to your birthday party,
although I think I might cry.
I hope you may come back,
and I know this doesn't rhyme.
HC HC o where did you go...I liked you while you lasted,
but now I must go.
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