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"Love"


Many times I have looked out my window

And each time there is nothing I can see

So if there's nothing, why does hurt still grow?

I wait for you, but you're not there for me

 

When the forest is a most beautiful green

The hunt continues to be a great cost

Still to me, you remain to be unseen

Even as the woods are covered by forest

 

There are times I hope and wish for the rain

Lighting gives me courage with its bright light 

To think I am strong from all of the pain 

But I know that in my heart, that's not right 

 

I want you to be consumed in my hate

But I can't hate you, I am forced to wait. 

 

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