This falling out of your love, baby, will hurt
for quite awhile.
But I'll pick me up and dust me off, then straighten
up my smile.
Then I'll see things like love again, from a different
point of view.
Perhaps a little wiser now, because of losing you.
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I've got to get me off my knees and learn to walk alone.
Reach inside and find the strength to make it on my own.
The reddest rose will fade and wither without the taste
of rain.
And someday my forget-you-nots will die from lack of pain.
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Then these aching arms that miss you will reach for someone
new.
And maybe I can love her better because of losing you.