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Love has come and love has gone,
from this tired soul of mine.
Yet our love will always be.
If you leave once the love will be the same as before,
if you leave twice it won’t be as special.
Yet there will be a place in my heart for a third try,
the final try.
If you hurt my heart a third time,
never expect the love to be there when you come back.
My heart can only stand so much from one person.
Please don’t find out how far you can go.
I don’t want to be hurt anymore,
my soul has been punished enough.
Let it feel some pleasure instead,
my heart has been torn into many pieces,
please don’t hurt it,
love it,
and let it heal.