The Abiding Love

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I want you unbounded that is the Crime?
The baited-hook was the sharp sign.
You are my life, you have my soul.
If I stop breathing, though, you are my Goal.

In a little world I was never in your choices
Thou have split my body into many pieces
All the pieces came to touch you
Into the ocean, A very please to throw

I already know the truth, tell me the lie
Rose full of thorns can’t never die.



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