Love Story
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Barry Middleton
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The end of love is like a knife
that pierces every soul.
And yet I know that some in life
assume to circumvent the strife.
But also true, when love grows old,
the embers of our passions fade.
The frail defense against the cold,
is just a fiction I was told.
The end of love is frigid steel,
a painful blade that all may feel.
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