If those I loved were lost,
The crier`s voice would tell me.
If those I loved were found,
The bells of Ghent would ring.
Did those I loved repose?
The daisy would impel me.
When bewildered,
Bore his riddle in!
Meeting You Was Fate , Becoming Your Friend Was A Choice, But Falling In Love With You Had No Control Over.. And Now It Is In Pieces - Because Of -- Y o u
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