| A love born once must soon be born again
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| A spark that burned, then died, leaving cinders to be fanned
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| By the wind and thrown flame
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| Flames like tongues impassioned in a moments burst.
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| Tell me my friend- why do you stand aloof from your own heart
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| The truth confronts you-the truth confronts you as the sea
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| Crushing with out detail
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| Impassioned and detached,
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| Killing with love and power in God’s name.
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| People stop hurting people, People stop hurting people
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| Love conquers poses, love smashes stances, love crushes angels into black
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| So you, without question, know your first love is your last.
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| and you will never-never-never-love again.
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| I always wished to walk with her into restaurants,(A clammy tale)
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| To be seen beside her at the public bar foot rail
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| I always wanted to be matched with her
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| Yet her beauty was so different to mine
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| My «beauty"needs an understanding and a knowledge of what I am.
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| Hers is enough earned thru eons; |
| for that is what true beauty is Time’s gift to perfect humility.
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| May I be matched with you again
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| I know the match is bad
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| But God help me May I be matched with you again
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| I know the match is bad
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| But God help me May I be matched with you again
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| I know the match is bad
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| But God help me Without your match there is no flame
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| People stop hurting people
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| People stop hurting people
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| People stop hurting people
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| People stop hurting people |