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I laugh
And what do u really know of love?
What do I?
This twisted existence won't let it lie
We make beds of roses for others to fall
We make homes and houses for others to dwell
And here in our hearts we bare the secret so well
It's your home, your bed called to another's name
If fates could bleed love
do you think they could understand?
Heart reaching for heart while another holds our hands
It never ends this insistent calling persistent longing.
How holy must our good deeds be to wipe away this misery
No god no devil can set us free
the onus of burden is ours
it is us, our beautiful love tragedy,
The essence of our being
The reason for living
So the fates
Can decree
A place
For
You
And
Me
In our ever lasting
Beautiful tragedy.