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My love for you will never cease,

a blessing or a curse may be.

My withered heart will forever dream

despite the havoc memories wreak.

 

Pain is fading as the nights retreat,

but your gift is one I will always keep.

You may not understand your affect on me,

but you gave me hope that set me free.

 

My walls have fallen like the greatest tree.

You made me strong when I could not be.

The future looks brighter than the Sun's mightiest gleam.

You gave me sight when I could not see.

 

Despite the havoc memories wreak,

my withered heart will forever dream.

A blessing or a curse may be,

but my love for you will never cease.

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