Title: Untitled Writer: Cleo Lang

My deepest secrets I cannot reveal For in thy day I will weep when my thoughts will soon perish. Forgotten are souls born to us all Like fools we are brought into this world knowing nothing at all How can we hate as we begin to grow? Jealousy and strife are among many things, but where does love play it's part in life's little game? He said he loved me until death would sweep by. He has left me standing in this world to cry. Without even a goodbye his words have been broken Will he ever know my thoughts for what they were? Or has he died not knowing the truth that be told? I loved him with all and never to forget that day when we die, is that day we forget.

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