The Lost Love
Do you ever wake up and dread the break of day?
The sun is beckoning but the will is not there
Your heart is heavy-laden, in grip of despair
Yet you have to go outside come what may
and attend to the task that you least care…
Go looking for love again and find it nowhere!
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