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Though I get shivers
When I think of you, It runs shiv-vers Down my spine. And though I get quivers Standing next to you In my heart I recognize... That a love like ours Is not eternal. It'll end in a broken heart. And try as we might It is just ephemeral. It's merely a pitiful doom of the heart.
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