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A waste of time
Only know To run and hide Love I have yet to learn But, oh, how I yearn! Notion of such Tainted Such an ugly picture Has been painted Dreams and mystery Still alive Me, love will find When its time comes To hide From the tainted artist's brush Together we will exist In a lovely, quieted hush
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