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CASUAL LOVE
I wished of your love
I suppose I was greedy
You made me a beggar
Then left me needy
You left me alone
To walk a poor man's street
Never knowing where
Or when we might meet
Never knowing why
I couldn't be strong
Not understanding
That attachment was wrong
Not really caring
Who I should meet
The disillusioned optimist
In a pessimists street
Love is my prison
In which you play a part
You were the thief
Who had stolen my heart ... |