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Her (My first love)


Like a melody of Beethoven

Gorgeous yet impossible to replicate

Like an angel to the mortal

You don't know what love you could create

 

Eyes so dreamy but still

Filled with tears and regret

You held my vision so well

It's too much to forget

 

Your'e laughter still haunts me

I just wanna see you one last time

Before I leave this place

Too much to ask is it a crime?

 

This kills me enough to live long

Fearless enough to die in the past

You blessed me at first

You cursed me at last

 

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