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Lovelorn
I'm born to bear the pain of love
Forlorn, for naught I'll rise above
War torn, my heart, with velvet gloves
Adorn my wound while thinking of
Her
And mourn my unrequited love.
© J Dalsim
Forlorn, for naught I'll rise above
War torn, my heart, with velvet gloves
Adorn my wound while thinking of
Her
And mourn my unrequited love.
© J Dalsim
