A Question of Love
The summer breeze passes me by,
I see the leave move,
But I don't feel a thing.
My heart is the same way.
I see friendship turn into true love,
But I don't feel that love.
Am I able to love?
There is no one I say that word to.
Where is my love?
Has it drowned in hatred?
Has it flown like a bird?
Is it gone forever?
I don't know.
I just don't know.
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