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A broken heart never mends,
It leaves a scar to be opened again.
Hiding in the shadows he prepares for attack,
Innocent followers are stabbed in the back.
Its cupids hidden colors, the only robe he has,
A long, flowing velvet of only purest black.
And so he said unto me, if you want to be free,
Never fall in love...
If you should dream of a lovers embrace,
To kiss their lips or wear that lace,
Then dont say I didnt warn a fool.
It will bargain with fate and turn on you,
And if you wish to rise above,
Then listen to me, never fall in love.
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