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that is your problem You love too much You care too much You don't realize that you cannot force feelings from stones Nor can you make the heart of another beat As does your own That is your problem And that is why you are always left to mourn the broken heart That beats under your breast.
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
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that is your problem You love too much You care too much You don't realize that you cannot force feelings from stones Nor can you make the heart of another beat As does your own That is your problem And that is why you are always left to mourn the broken heart That beats under your breast.
priscilla-k
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
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