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Mar 2012
She loves me, she loves me not
Is it false, is it true
Cold as ice, warm as sun
Didnt know, once I knew

Then she's calm, then she's wild
Words of love, words of hate
Smiling face, saddened frown
Early love, much too late

Does she love me, does she not
Enemy, or maybe friend
Painful words, soothing kiss
Forgotten not, it's her I miss
Daniel Luke Nelson
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Daniel Luke Nelson
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