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Riding off in the sunset, another love turned to hate,
Blowing with the wind again, just chalk it all up to fate,
Living on the memories, of the good times that we had,
It's like running on empty, the good mixed with the sad,
A whirlwind of emotions, way deep inside my heart,
For half of it has torn away, and I'm only part,
Between the sadness and the tears, when they start to fall,
Are all the loving memories, that I can recall,
Will I love another day, maybe if I live,
Maybe in another way, if there's any more to give,
For my good-byes are forever, and roses bloom in the spring,
I'll see you when the sun don't shine, and the birds no longer sing.
