Deep love

        

Whats love, when I cant it find it, what is us, if you really dont trust it, much love ,while it lasted, less hugs , old times lets pass it, no touch , no feel, am I dreamin, or this is real, we used too be close, what happen , we  was better then most, like butter on bread, the better the toast , so grab my heart and never let go, till we both, gray an old, an dead an gone , sad heart like aye cold stone, an at the end, iam always along.

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