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Can it be true?
Are you sure, there isn't some mistake? Because although I've loved you, With a love that could fill the Great Lakes, I do not think this, Is something I can take. For so long, I loved you with all. But you never cared, And you let me down, you consistently let me fall. But now I must be impaired, Or I must have stalled, Because now you say, our love is shared! But how can you lov eme now, But not then? By the nervous sweat on my brow, Why am I NOW, different than other men? While you kept shunning me, My love for you stayed a perfect ten. You chose to ignore, The love of mine, That was sitting at your door. Only caring of me, When others called you a whore, And NOW you want to be mine? I still love you, very much so, But I'm broken and battered, With pieces of my heart scattered, Into a sorrowful sea, where they've sank so low, Making me and my soul split and tattered. So give me some time my dear, To this this unexpectedness through. Because, I admit, I fear, Whether or not you, Are being sincere, Whether or not you're being true.
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