The Bench

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Once I used to smile and sit

On this lovely bench

Days when I used to listen

To your sweet voice at the other end

Once I used to take a rest

On this concrete bench

And it would have witnessed

How my broken heart was wrenched

My tears have made it drenched

When they dripped on the ledge

How quickly, soon they vanished

But my pain and anguish stayed

Here I sit on this lonely bench

Where I whisper my secret quest

Then I stand strong and brave

Time heals all wounds, I firmly believe!

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