pain
Locked up in a dark cell
Heaven bent on saving Hell
A tale that one has yet to tell
Of a lovers quarrel
One so filled with with pain forlorn
Even when thorns of envy has ripped them apart
When love seems to have nothing to gain
Thats when youll feel
Lovers Pain
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