What is in a word, such as love? Is it a truly universal thing? What is in a feeling, such as love? Does it cause your heart to sing? So is there a reason you question your heart? Are you a fool to the play or the part? For words are the beginning, but can also be the end. A never ending circle. Nowhere to begin. I set my eyes on the sunshine to burn my pupils away? What am I the fool or is it the light of day? Awake little one your dreams have turned to dust. What you thought was love was truly only lust. I laugh at the foolish heart who's thought is to control. For you are the one, who closed your eyes to your soul.
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