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Searching for one not fast. A woman to see my past. And accept me at last. But I fear I'm out classed. Too much hope has passed. Only pain inside my soul. To many pieces to be made whole. I'm growing so cold. Left alone in the dark. A journey only the lost embark. Will I find my mark? A gentle lay to take my heart. A man torn apart. And hold me till death do us part. I'm not perfect. I'm broken. Perfectly imperfect. With a golden tolkien. A promise of a diamond in the rough. Damn I'm no good at this stuff.
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