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you don't seen to understand it
that's ok, I don't understand it
I don't understand my passions
nor their steady decline over you
nor their constance for words
I don't understand how I can love them
to the complete exclusion of anything else
I used to understand.  perfectly
but everyone dear to me spoiled it
they don't believe me, they don't believe in me
I thought he believed me, once upon a time
just my wishful thinking
and in love with someone who seemed
to once command words
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