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I will try to make the plot a bit more different besides murder and death. Play song and enjoy.

Love is like a flower.
It blooms but in the end dies of not handled right.
You can't find it in a tower.
Love is a beautiful sight.

Love has grace.
It knows when to bloom.
Love has a place.
If bloomed to early it leads to doom.

If handled incorrectly it can turn to lead.
Love can cause pain.
It can make you dead.
Only then can you die in vain.

Dreams can make you smile.
It can be learned.
They can make your while.
Dreams can be also be earned.

Too much can put you into madness.
Hope can help.
It can also cause sadness.
This can leave you in a painful yelp.

Love can't be created.
It isn't a power.
It can't be be cheated.
After all it is a flower.

It blooms when you meet the right one.
It is a ride.
It is never done.
Just like a tide.

It is like a beat.
It can be rusty.
Love is really neat.
But it is also trusty.

Pain can be a cause.
It takes time to recover.
Even though it feels like a pause.
There is always time to discover.

You will find them one day.
Love can always last.
It finds a way.
But it can always resurface from the past.

Trust your heart.
Love is a part of living.
Trust can also tear you apart.
But in the end it is worth giving.

Love is a flower.
Hope is kind.
Dreams can have power.
Trust can develop your mind.

Pain is part of the art.
Sadness is the beat.
Hate is also a part.
But they are all neat.

They all exist for a reason.
Your mind is the spring.
Love can find them next season.
It can also trigger a string.

Everyone can find their love.
When we do we stay.
But just like a dove.
They can always go away.

Just keep living.
You will be glad.
Love is what we are giving.
You don't have to be sad.

They can be found.
You gotta have hope.
So don't stare at the ground.
You don't have to mope.

Love will always be found.
You can always have the flower.
They can be somewhere around.
Even if it isn't a power.

Love can be lead.
Trust can be betrayed.
Dreams can become dead.
Hopes can be strayed.

Pain can be fooled
Sadness can make you smile.
Hate can be cooled.
Fear can make you go the extra mile.

It isn't so bad.
Please be true.
If you knew what you had.
You wouldn't be blue.

Let your heart pump.
Let your mind chill.
Out of happiness let your body jump.
But let your soul get skill.

I hope you enjoy.

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