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To love you would be a great shame.

We would be the one's to blame.

The people will set us into flames

like our love is some forbidden game.


Time is coming fast.

This love will be our last.

Then the end will hit us with a blast

like a spell that has been cast.


Time is almost here,

and it is very near.

It sniffs out my fear,

and smiles at the sight of my tears.


I can try and fight,

but too great is my fright.

And my fright against his might

is like night taking over light.

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