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Those who have come before me
have been blind fools,
So blind that the word "love" doesn't
mean anything to them.
When the light flourishes in their
soul they will remember what they had is now gone.
They will never get the key
to my unbroken heart,
For they shall never see me again.
The hurt will always be in my heart 'cause
of their blindness;
but they will never find the real me
'cause they were fools!