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For soon you'll see
as I have in me
that I must be
left alone
For there's no cure
I am not pure
Though once, you were sure
I was
Soon you'll find
That I'm not blind
And that my mind
Resists shaping from yours
So then you leave
No longer naive
And I'm left to grieve
Connection now lost
You do more harm
With your wicked charm
The happiness you farm
Becomes pain when you leave
So now you see
Just let me be
You must agree
I'm best left alone
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