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Love grows of a heart purely,
Smiles healed thy wound.
The end is calling for me,
My spirit filled with anxiety.
Such a love but will it last ?
Thy soul finds its blast .
I cried just to feel
That my mind kills.
The breeze hasn't been so expressive.
Time is reluctant to give;
I find myself relieved.
Why do I still live?
To love and be loved is enough.
To experience how to laugh
To a heart already broken
Is such happiness, surmounting my pains.
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