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Fate of Love

He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not.
One, two, three, four,
The pestles fall on the floor.
A childish game
The fate of love
Balanced on the pestles of a flower
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
One, two, three, four,
the pestles fall on the floor
The fate of love balanced,
Ready to fall,
At the death of a flower.?
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