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Too Busy To Love by N. B. Allen
There was a ghost in our life$
living with us, by our side
Forces of Nature we do not comprehend
That tell us more here back then.
Why you looked for was in vein
Inside this woman there's no pain
I live with love my everyday
No need for riches once I said
Every word was rigth years ago
Do not occult signs to forgot
Ever lasting feelings are those of mine
In form of a baby I am keeping them tonight
Continuation of my love, the only one
that exist in this relation, you didn't mind
And now you want to destroy it all at once
Too late, too busy;
Only in a lifetime
Sounds right...?
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