Forward in the reversal of the future.
to be third, dont lose her,
birth didn't create me, seek you not for whom.
i love if thats all, this hate creates the fall.
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They say that I never have written of love,
As a writer of songs should do;
They say that I never could touch the strings
With a touch that is firm and true;
They say I know nothing of women and men
In the fields where Love's roses grow,
And they say I must write with a halting pen
Do you think that I do not know?
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