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I saw you once, and didn’t want to talk

I saw you twice, and didn’t want to walk

But now the road has lead me into a path

I look around and see no wrath



I saw you a third time, and didn’t want to like

I saw you a fourth time, and didn’t want to strike

What I felt was unfamiliar, but somehow known

A feeling I once had shown



I saw you a fifth time, and didn’t want to love

I saw you a sixth time and didn’t want to consist of

But it seemed I was going to whether I wanted or not

It seems that I myself have been caught



I saw you a seventh time, and didn’t want to leave

I saw you an eighth time, and didn’t want to grieve

But that was what I had to do, by the time I loved you

That much I always knew was true



I saw you a ninth time, and didn’t want to see you again

I saw you a tenth time, and didn’t want it to end

I guess this thing called love never really goes away

Inside your heart, forever it will stay