by Brian
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I felt so hurt.
With you I flirt.
She was so cruel.
For you I'd act a fool.

I felt so lost.
Your love has no cost.
Her heart was so cold.
A Dr. Could clone yours,
would be a perfect mold.
My tears ran on for a mile.
Thank god for your smile.
My heart was torn.
Thank god you were born.

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