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What hurts for the lover, never the loved

I cannot explain why we are so cold, nor why we are alone.
Don't hold my hand it will fall through your fingers.
He always said my hands were cold, never realized my eyes were closed.
I'll dissolve away and escape through my freedom.
Lose hope in all you know, don't be timid,
the wind took me elsewhere.
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