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Loving You

It's strange to think that I could love you
while I know that you'll never love me
Answer me, what am I meant to do
when all I want is for you to be happy

Seeing you, wanting you, loving you
all these bring a tear to my eye
For I want to know you and care for you
and especially learn to know you inside

I watch you culturally, physically, mentally
with the hope that you'll glance over to me
But alas, you ignore me without trying
therefore, I may as well not be.

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