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the game is hers to play
the outcome hers to decide
a puppet changing course at every word she says
time so meaningless without her
longing for her love so sweet
in hopes and dreams my fairy-tale exists
in life and world i'm yet to enter,
that closed heart of her
love without an answer
pain instead of joy
only time will tell
where our story ends
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