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Love is a fickle thing, prone to change. 
We can’t control it, why try.

Not meant to last, it passes like a summer storm.
Enjoy it, while you can.

Breaking your heart, leaving you to mend the pieces.
Use the needle of your compass, sew your heart together again.

Love comes around again, embrace it with your mended heart.
Believe it will last, as though it always will.

Breaking your heart time and time again.
It will be okay, embrace it either way.

Shattering your heart once more, pieces smaller than before.
Nothing left to mend, take the pieces and walk away.

Love comes once more, like the moon on the darkest night.
It pushes the shadows away, enjoy the respite.

Mending your shattered heart, it puts the pieces back together again. 
Pieces smaller than before, not quite fitting.

Leery to give any more, do it anyway.
Perhaps this time it is meant to be.

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