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What do you do
When you realize too late You’re in love with someone Who can never be yours But you’ve already Confessed your soul Ruining what might have been By telling what your heart feels I never meant For this to happen Loving her was the farthest Thing from my mind Yet I can’t change How I feel even if I wanted to It wouldn’t do any good It’s too late for regrets Too late for me To change my plans I love her But I barely know her I love her But I’ll never hold her I love her But I’ll never kiss her I love her When I’m gone I know I’ll miss her
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