Lover's Rose I feel no pain, no sorrow or sadness Love happiness or gladness I would rather feel like death and hell Than be stuck inside this empty shell I want to love, to be loved and held To let this broken egg be shelled Yet I don't know who I love Like a saddened, yet carefree, dove I wish I felt some sureness who I love and why I love them too But this is just some useless prose As useless as a lovers rose
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