I realize that I'm only human. Within these skies, they choose what they give you. Come with me. There you'll see you don't love me. Here in the breeze, I embrace you in visions. So full of grace, you renounce you indecision. All of me I would give to thee, but you don't love me. Black forest, silver tree, there you smile, and you deliver within the words that break me down so low. I'm waiting there. I watch alone. [Ocean? Emotion?] I fail to see; imagination, your love for me. Come, chase relief from eternal grief. So you see it comes as no surprise to me that you don't love, you don't love me. You don't love, you don't love me.
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