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Fickle Thing
Love is a fickle thing,
always felt but never seen,
like the wind blows,
love comes and goes,
and like all things past,
love can never last,
so love I will cherish,
until the day I perish,
always felt but never seen,
love is indeed a fickle thing...
always felt but never seen,
like the wind blows,
love comes and goes,
and like all things past,
love can never last,
so love I will cherish,
until the day I perish,
always felt but never seen,
love is indeed a fickle thing...
Published 5th Feb 2015
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