I left her at a crossroads
With a picture of me in her pocket,
And a smile on her lips,
I looked back at least twenty times, hoping
That she would turn around,
But our paths had to break there,
She had to get back home, back to her country
And I, I was to head back to my wife.
Where I would never move again.

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