a sign a cover mutlipe warnings,
are not seen when the eyes only,
the lie that is told,
love is blind and a stake through the,
heart,
so why do we dall so hard,
the amazing feelings when held so,
sweet,
when we look at the lie we feel,
the same? mark is hard to answer,
so where do the blame lay when,
the truth stikes us down
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