Love always comes and brings us gladness,
But when it passes leaves us with saddness.
Love comes and weaves its magic spell.
It gives us all a story to tell.
But now I sit, my heart all broken,
I wish that I had never left it open.
To all the ones who made me feel so right,
Yet now make me cry at night.
So I'll make sure to close that door,
And I'll tell love nevermore.
Cuz Love has hurt me too many times,
And in my heart done too many crimes.
So now I sit my heart all broken,
And never again will it be opened.

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