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The feeling of love dwells within me,
Shakes me inside and tears me apart,
As if when I lost you, I lost myself...
You asked me once
Will I love you when you’ll die?
I never gave you my answer
But when I mourned on your grave that night
I felt crushed and rotten beneath moonlight
I recalled our truest of true zeal
You were as natural as the morning breeze
When you brushed my hairs with your fingers
The feeling of satisfaction lingered…
The more I recalled, the more I cried
Contemplating that you won’t return
My heart throbbed in pain
The only thought I hold tight
Is the feeling and everything that we shared
And I will take it with me to my grave… |
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