I am running
out of time
to
tell you how much of a
fool
I was to have let
you
go from my life
I thought I
was the strong one
but
turns out I'm not
and
now time is running
out
for me to repent
Is it right
for me to say I
was
wrong
Is it wrong
for me to want
you
back
We met under
the cloudy Italian night
in
Palermo and you wore
a
flowing black dress
and
I can't forget the way
you
looked at me
What happened
from there
till
now
where
did our romance
go
why
did I break
my
heart
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