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So this love is
No more the fantasies
No more about us
No more the item we were
Whatever that was
This love is
No more passions to fill the night
No more ‘baby, please hold me tight’
No more ecstasy rising from inside
Capturing moments with guilt aside
This love is
No more than silence here and there
No more than smoke hanging in air
No more than unsaid verses and lines
And your overflowing bag of lies
This love is
No more than the word
No more than spilt blood
No more than broken alabaster
Far from a happily ever after
So this love is
No more
