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May be you're only an inspiration
That no one wants to see
You cannot ask for consolation
Because you have it on your knees
I'm sorry if I did ask you some irrelevant
I may be the truth you could not see
I adore you somehow
And do not ask for nothing you see
To my young age I've already learned
Who to ask and who to dare
And you're only the listener
To this one the wicked game
I hope you're there to catch it
Cause the poem you could not write
I wrote it for you and will watch you at night.

I love you, no matter if we ain't mine.


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