We simply keep them inside
It's not that I will not like you tomorrow
It's just futile now to show
This may keep throbbing for you
But that is all it will ever do
It will never expressed what was turned down
Even if with tears we drown
We live with the things we do not want
As we hope for things that we cannot
Have even in a million years passing
You simply accept the fate weaving
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