I loved you more,
Than the stars love the sky.
Than the trees love the breeze,
Than the birds love to fly.
I loved you more,
Than the grass loves the rain.
I loved you so much,
That I'm going insane.
But now that it's over,
I won't let myself cry.
Put my hand on my ears,
Hold my breath 'til I die.
Please think of your losses,
As you walk through that door.
I'm dying inside,
Because I loved you more.
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