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Oh to love love,Yet be stricken by its sharp pain at every end;I find myself stuck in this seemingly unbreakable cycle.I love to love those who I loveAnd then an end comes
I could really get lost in those pretty brown eyes.Bright,Warm,And mischievous at timesI see how you be lookin’ at me with them eyes—Sending me messagesGot my emotions going in every direction.
the world will end someday, the sun will set for a final time. maybe the ocean will swell up, englufing our world in hues of blue.  maybe a rock will desend from space, exploding our world in shades of red.
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