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Perfection has taken a human form And you are the beholder Your love was infinite, you’ve sworn Now it’s but a cold shoulder. Forever does not exist I’m convinced every beginning has an end No words, no plead, no kiss Will bring back my lover, my partner, my friend. There’s a distinction between the present and past I need to escape fantasy; I need to quit The past is no longer real; It’s a task Nor is it valuable enough to dwell on it. Our experience is something I’ll never forget For to forget a love is to regret.
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