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we once laughed and danced and kissed beneath the moon, our passion ─ like a flower that bloomed too soon but now in the pages of our love's short tale, I see the warning signs that make me go pale the unease, doubt, and worry always there, despite the warmth and joy we seem to share what once felt like a fabric woven by destiny, now fills up my heart with a load of scrutiny the history of love we thought to be so strong, seems to fading away like the notes of a forgotten song
