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Untie these cords that seemed to bind me
Imaginary as it is, seemed too real for me
Don’t let the words refrain be heard
There’s nothing that could ease these piercing hurt

Sing no familiar tunes of the days long gone
Talk no familiar words of the promises done
Beneath the sun, tears ran down
Nothing could ease the hurt that’s bound

Look no more with affectionate gaze
Smile no more with saddened fates
Love no more, the truth I see
This hurt I feel was meant to be

Dream no more of love lit days
We both are lost in this crazy maze
Better to stop while we still are near
To the face stained of yesterdays tears

A heart that’s true, it is not you
A love thought real, ache was left to feel
A love, a dream we thought could last
Really was love that never was…

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