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Love



Gran-ted a life

But what's one lifetime?

Breath, body and mind

No heart, nor soul...


"Maybe," I cried "darling..."

"It'll all soon be fine."

But when I look around

I don't know anymore.


Cuz it all ends when you say

And all plays when you're there

And it all goes away

When you ain't. No more...


Happiness is everything

Is all people say.

Yet, they take what they can take

Till they can take no more.


We're all a bunch of liars,

Fantasizing all day.

"Maybe, it'll be okay."

And take some more.


If only we could fly

And act like we're okay.

Hey, look. Here's another day

Let's walk some more.


We'll be alive.

Beginning to realize

What's important's to be kind

Than waging war...


The bittersweet memories

Are enough to make you smile.

Wage a war of Human kindness

Till love, rules the world...

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