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She was my love, my everything
she was once all i could wont...
She was once i could wont
all that i ever needed...
It was going fine
until i lied...
My love is like blazing fire
burning powerfully, warming the soul...
What is left
when hope ends...
You never learn something new you understand it differently |
What is love if you have lost yourself in it. |
In life we learn to find new understandings |