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Love's friend

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Ferelwing

Published: Aug 27, 2009

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Your voice is always for someone else
Your feelings never for me
I'll stand here waiting and dreaming
That you will see me for me
I've waited for you to notice
I've watched along the sides
Yet nothing seems to change you
Always with stars in your eyes
The twinkle is always for someone else
The dream for another time
I hold out hope that somehow
I'll find a way to make you mine
Yet somehow never happens
And I doubt it ever will
I'll always be the one with whom you can speak
But for whom you'd never feel
So no matter how much I say it
No matter what I mean
You'll never return it
This simple feeling
So I'll say it one more time
Then quietly walk away
I've loved you more then life itself
And now I've had my say

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