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Partings
There's a mark around my finger
Where I used to wear my ring
Just a plain gold band
But once a valued thing.
I threw it in the river
One of my yesterdays,
Final confirmation
Of the parting of our ways.
I hope she'll be happy now
As she couldn't be with me,
Just two battling I's
Where there used to be a we.
Her train is pulling out.
I watch it out of sight,
A moving glowing line,
Through this suddenly cold night.
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