"Beloved"

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oh my love, my love
you're like an angel
sent from above

my love, my love
you're like the thorns
that pricked my fingers

my love, my love
you're like an addiction
I could not stop

my love, my love
my heart is yours
and yours is mine

my love, my love
you're now not here
i smile as I wipe a tear

my love, my love
you're finally not here
i stare numbly as the wind
messes with my hair.

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