Unrequited Love
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When you read between the lines
Of a letter never sent,
Read love words into something,
That were never really meant;
Then ride upon your midnight star,
To where you’d rather be,
For dreams are angels’ chariots,
Their wings will set you free.
When words of love are spoken,
To a heart that will not hear,
Those whispered words, ‘I love you, but..’
Are words you dreadful fear.
Resign yourself to poverty,
Return your love to me,
For no one else can love you as,
The one who set you free.
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