Nothing More In Particular
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Nothing more
Love has no option
Only you need to have selection
Between right and wrong
For some conclusion to bring
It shall make you to feel
With equal zeal
To make it really worthwhile
With own style
It shall force you
Not to run through
Illusory atmosphere
With confidence sans fear
Love has its own fragrance
If afforded an chance
With closed eyes and sincerity
It shall make you strong to move cautiously
Don’t try to go back
As lots of things are at stake
You shall feel odd
When there is nothing more to add
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