The wisest knows
the horror of this world

And he who smiles brightly
tells himself a good lie

Just to numb the pain
of losing true love

When death do us apart
I'll bring you back into my arms

But that doubt always ruins me
it makes things worse

With this pain
I shall write poems and songs

Not for you to ridicule
but for you to feel my sorrow

So read it openly
and listen well

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