Painting by: Mohr; "So much hate"
And how easy I would remember,
How God set us together
And how easy the feel would wither,
As you start glancing at her.
I know lies and deception
I feel anger and aggravation
But loving without a reason,
Makes me ask this question,
"Where did we meet again?"
Oh dear romeo take my hand
We shall see us again
Oh romeo find me in your mind
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