When all the birds top singing
And the wind stops swaying the trees
When people stop laughing at jokes,
And children don't fall over,
And run to their mothers for comfort,
When all these things stop
And nature & love stop
Being part of life
Maybe then I can stop
Loving you
And it will stop
Hurting me
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