There is a love, even love, but expression is not perfect
There is a love, knowing that to give up, but it can not be reconciled thereon to leave
There is a love that is clearly suffering, but escape
There is a love, knowing the road, the heart has long been retrieved
There is a love, knowing that would be injured, but unwilling to let go
There is a love that knows to wait silly alone lonely
A love, obviously do not contact, but will be trying very hard to think of each other
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