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First you say I love you without knowing what is meant As though love is some money that is bought sold and spent Then you say I love you as a sin you can repent love hits forever it has already made it's sliver dent Latter you will say I love you with greater caution Knowing love is not something free or easy gotten All the pains of love and sleepless nights that you’re caught in. At the end you will say it's what you've been so lost in. But it's only when you have lost that sweet bitter taste of love And angels play their teardrop, heart string, harps from down above Then looking back you see the push, pull, and lovely shove, And from sweet bitter pain, it's only in hindsight that you love.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
In hindsight.
First you say I love you without knowing what is meant As though love is some money that is bought sold and spent Then you say I love you as a sin you can repent love hits forever it has already made it's sliver dent Latter you will say I love you with greater caution Knowing love is not something free or easy gotten All the pains of love and sleepless nights that you’re caught in. At the end you will say it's what you've been so lost in. But it's only when you have lost that sweet bitter taste of love And angels play their teardrop, heart string, harps from down above Then looking back you see the push, pull, and lovely shove, And from sweet bitter pain, it's only in hindsight that you love.
You know it's kind strange how you never realize what you have until you have lost it. You would think we'd learn to vaule our loved ones a little more if we could.
Chernobog
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
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