true love

March 15, 2016
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true love is naught but true pain my friend

a glass knife thrust into this heart o' mind

a knife that cuts and rends untill the end

an' leaves a wound that gabes and tis hard to mend

a wound too great for my needle and twine

true love is naught but a true pain my friend

a pain so mad it rips my brain a'rend

makes me want the fruit of sleep from the vine

a knife that cuts and rends untill the end

i know the message this pain will send

give up hope. for love you have no time

true love is naught but a true pain my friend

one that has set my heart strings a'bend






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