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The worst of all feelings is to feel unwanted,
When one's precious life is taken for granted;
When, despite trying to reach out to my friend,
I have to spend my time in places, haunted.
Where is the soul that can speak through the eyes,
The loving lovely gaze that's not iced with lies,
Where, in this age, can true love be found,
Where? Tell me, where do virtues abound?
