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So much love, unrequited love

Nothing hurts me more

 

The sound of your voice makes my heart soar

Your face makes me beam with glory

 

When I'm with you all I want to do is sing my praises

But to you its nothing, you go through so many phases

 

I just want to adore you and love you the only way I know how

Seems to me , though, that its too late now

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