There is much pain my being in love,
but you long for it night and day.
In love our tears are not our own,
for they fall in simple trouble to else.
Maybe I fear an idea of surrender,
any part of self to control by another.
There is a loss of the mastery of will,
that will mean you never stay alone.
but you long for it night and day.
In love our tears are not our own,
for they fall in simple trouble to else.
Maybe I fear an idea of surrender,
any part of self to control by another.
There is a loss of the mastery of will,
that will mean you never stay alone.
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