I often wondered why he made me feel "this way"
Even on the worst day's I'm feeling some type of way
Take me back to the days,words were like blades
So much love in this life ...
All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
Though brave its walls as any in the land,
And its tall turrets lift their heads in grace;
Though skillful and accomplished artists trace
Most beautiful designs on every hand,
And gleaming statues in dim niches stand,
And mountains play in some flow'r-hidden place:
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