Her Wavering Love
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She comes and she goes
Like a short whiff of wind
Sometimes sad and angry
Sometimes lovely and kind
She loves me and
I think she loves me not
She has a fickle mind
Her love stays at ifs and buts
She does not reveal
What goes on in her heart
Though we stay near
Each other we live far apart
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