If you can see true love.
We all must be blind.
If love is a lie.
Why do we always believe in it?
All those wishes we make.
All those prayers.
Nothin works.
All our dreams.
All our hopes.
Lost for nothing.
What do we get out of this?
Absolutely nothing except sorrow.
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