As I peered into her eyes I all but soon realised, She couldn't see me, the way I saw her and I had loved her, that's for sure. I was lucky to have loved once and more so fortunate, twice. the pain of it all, from the first; but this pain, I think, is the worst. could I be thinking a third right now, so absurb! I look up at rain, from above pray God, is this love? A man is lucky to have loved once, more-so twice and he thinks there could never another?
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