| Unstoppable forces and immovable objects
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| Repel one another when by chance colliding
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| The Brownian motion within this love potion
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| Ensures our opinions are always dividing
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| I am from Mars my dear, you hail from Venus
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| A meeting star-crossed like the Sun and the Moon
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| Destined to let this cruel world come between us
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| Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon
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| A rose that is built out of music by moonlight
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| Petals stained ruby with nightingale blood
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| Cast down in disgust to be crushed by a cartwheel
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| Because of mere trivia misunderstood
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| We quest for a grail of illusive perfection
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| Each hoping we’ll find it some glorious day
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| Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection
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| That looks like The Picture Of Dorian Gray
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| Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart
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| Love’s an affliction without known remedy
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| Blunt-bladed fate deemed to cleave us apart
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| Emotional surgery pays no indemnity
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| Some seek release with effete anesthesia
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| Others adapt to the role of sworn enemy
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| You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia
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| It was far easier losing my memory
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| You lost my memory
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| «Sing love’s lament with a thorn at your breast
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| Impaled by her barb
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| Cruel and unforgiving
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| A million dead poets would gladly attest
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| Heart-ache's a keepsake
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| To remind us we’re living»
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| Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart
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| Love’s an affliction without known remedy
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| Blunt-bladed fate deemed to cleave us apart
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| Emotional surgery pays no indemnity
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| Some seek release with effete anesthesia
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| Others adapt to the role of sworn enemy
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| You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia
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| It was far easier losing my memory |