Shall the charade keep playing,

Lies dance around and hang

The waves rush in with memories

It is yourself who does the save

Hold yourself close to your heart

A path will appear in the darkness

Dispelling longing and pipe dreams

To rip the sand into star dust

This word is not not love

Only the truth knows

Only the truth knows

Then walk down the path

And never stop.

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