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Your love fills a void, |
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My want to live cannot compete with my passion to die. |
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Change without action remains an idea; |
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Mindlessness ties its own noose. |
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Be still foolishness runs by. |
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Taken by love, surrendered by passion' condemned by my sin. |
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Because you are rare; |
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"If the right thing to do was easy, |
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I'll give you my passion, |
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Growing to learn, |