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Wanting is a need which wants to defeat
Rejecting which is greed of another need
She looked at me with original sinful eyes

And though the love of spring was in the air
My heart for her refused to care
A lock was there and she couldn’t lock it up

And though for some that night was blessed
The knife of love cut through her chest
For her it was another failure stored in her soul

And love is blind and sometimes a fool
It can be oh, so kind, and just as cruel
All I could do was to try to play my role

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