so much in-love of what must have begun,
in times all deeds must have been done,
it's been quite a race after all,
thinking all the mem'ries when i almost fall,
all this time it feels like in a maze,
made me into craze,
so much paths still blocked,
so many doors still locked,
it would still be a hope for a sight of light,
it would still be a need for a flight,
it would still mean of a love,
for a friend incomparably but a dove...
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