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The Cruelty of Love
We met in school,
 Neither of us were very cool
 I loved her ever since our friendship had begun
 But she always just called me companion
 
 High School came
 Our friendship was never the same
 She had finally blossomed her beauty
 And I wasn't even a cutie
 
 I then tried to ask her out
 But she would look at me and my courage would fail without-a-doubt
 I just couldn't end our glorious friendship
 With a slip that would cause a horrible courtship
 
 I tried again when we were twenty
 Again I failed, her friendship was plenty
 I had always hoped that we would marry
 But my faltering courage made me tarry
 
 Now she died last week in a car crash
 The driver of the other car was very rash
 I cried for her like a child
 The whole thing was very wild
 
 At the funeral I cried again
 Her parents came over and asked if I was one of their clansmen
 I told them no
 And said that I had probably better go
 
 They bid me stay
 I wasn't in the way
 They asked my name
 When I told them
 They said it was such a shame
 
 A shame, how I asked 
 They told me that her love was finally unmasked
 “Her love?” I said
 “Yes.” and now she is dead
 
 Her parents told me that every day when asked what was on her mind
 The same thing was what they would find
 I asked, “What was it, it seems to good to be true.”
 They told me, “It was you
 
 Everyday they told her to forget me
 And she told them that she would rather be crushed by a tree
 Her life was in mayhem
 Especially when she told them,
 
 We met in school,
 Neither of us were very cool
 I loved him ever since our friendship had begun
 But he always just called me companion

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