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No More Questions
We don't think about any of this
When we start with the innocent
'I love you' and 'I love you too'
And share our first shy kiss
How forgetting we have to die
Makes untrue our later words
To love forever, or 'forever
And a day', however we try
All of us on earth are cursed
By a question for even those
Lovers with no questions left:
Which one of us will be the first
To break the bounds of day
To be shaped into a memory,
And the first that's forced to feel
That memory withering away
Into a kind of blueness. We
Are no different from the rest,
So be with me now, and now again,
And be with me here, just be.
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