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| **Questions Aside** |
| Can I be the master of my heart? Let not a word master make pride Or prejudice of any kind Can I be the teacher of my heart? To instill what to feel And to teach who to fall for. |
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| Can I be faithful to my heart? And let that heart be faithful to mine If only love is not complex Then I wouldn't pose questions. If only belief, like flickering candlelight, Could hold against a gentle wind Then I wouldn't entreat grounds to love |
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| If only I could choose what to create, Stop or bend cupid's arrow Then I would opt to live with you. Can anyone fathom such mystery? For I cannot dive to such wonder. |
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| Can anyone give symmetry to its complexities? For I refuse to risk my sanity Can someone remain and wake me up to bliss Away from love's promised paradise To a world of reality with questions aside. |
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