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Love, or not
How bittersweet,when loves not known
and only dreams of lust have grown
to feed the passions of our youth
for never did we know the truth
The truth that's found in lovers arms
so often does it lose its charms
and love then glitters not so bright
so there I think our human plight
The longing for a love not ours
although it hurts, it leaves no scars
But when we think that love is real
and finding not, some never heal
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