Love

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My tears fall on my cotton glove
My heart knows you shall regret my love
My token for you, my affection I paint with these words
Yet my heart is torn
For I fear the pain your words may bring
A melancholy laugh, trying to keep my chin arised
Trying to keep my smile
For I fear your love for me is nothing more than a mystery
I wish I could show mine freely

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