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Mar 2014
I said to him
I'm sorry
I don't know what it's like to love
And be loved
I hope you understand

He nodded
And left
And took his heart with him
And today I stand
With my heart in my hand
And I hold it out to you
*I don't know what it's like to be loved
Do you ?
Written by
Wandering soul
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