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How do these things happen

over and over again.

Where is that point of learning?

It is, not the crystalization of yearning,

Nor is it, when those words are said.

No, but I have been made more discerning

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And things made for the heart,

Are now vetted thru my head.

It is these things that make you hard.

Over and over again.

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Where is that point of breaking ?

It is, not your love forsaking,

Nor is it, wretched love making.

No, and I have found out for myself.

And life can continue.

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How did those things happen?

Over and over again.