What You Dew.

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My heart hurts for you
And I do not mean it to.
I haven't got a clue
Why I always do this and brew.
I thought I knew
You were true.
You make me fall like the evening dew,
So fast, but it never seems to last.
There in the night though gone in the sun's light.
The dew falls everyday, but then goes away.
I wonder why— my heart feels the same way.
I fall for you everyday like the dew.
But it's so heavy and dense.
It drops on the leaves of plants,
Sometimes too much for them to bear.
So all they have left to do is tear,
Like you
Seem to do
To my heart.

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