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Apart

A part of me has died
A part that tried
A part on which love relied
A part which for joy had cried
A part to which my dreams had lied
Warm dry hands of romance
Content soul of slow dance
The truest heart needs one chance
And loyal eyes not one glance
All are lost from what fate grants Done with emotions
A life goes through the motions
Void of foolish notions
Of love
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