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Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
A Fine Frenzy
There are times when others wrote the words you wish to say, so all you really need to do is listen. There's nothing about love that hasn't been experienced already, although we all suffer in our own, very personal way.
There's a part of us we can put in words, even written by someone else. There's a part we cannot express, because it wouldn't be in any comprehensible language. Maybe a picture. The winter of love. A heart carved in snow that will eventually melt. I tried to be cold enough to preserve it, but in the end nature always wins.
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