The love story that will never be

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Paris, 01 / Nov / 2015

I don’t know if you can’t see

Deep inside you’re hurting me.

You keep asking the same questions each and every year.

Can’t you see the answers to these question that I could be?

It all must mean something

Or it could be a petty fling.

It’s hard to tell with those blue eyes

And it gets tougher with each goodbye.

It may take another year, or two, maybe three.

But now it’s time again I set you free.

The love story that we will never be.

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