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"Love isn't just some game" That's what you said to me "It's how you paint a picture Of your heart's inner beauty." And now look at where it's gone It's such a dreadful waste We've left or love to shame Without a single trace of haste When it was a new thing A toy for us to share We plotted out forever Coursing every single care But now you've gone and left it You left it all alone Patiently, we'll let it die I guess it shouldn't have grown Who knew that something magical Something so sacred, so true Could once become a fateful fall For such young lovers as us two
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