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Devoid of Love....Pushkin Sonnet Life is the gift of fate, please help me Why was I the one to be chosen Why was I, the one you made be The one who's heart was to be broken. So many times you have done this That its impossible for me to dismiss There is a plot, or some cruel plan To see if you can break this poor man. Is devoid of love to be my life's existence No someone special to share my life; No one to with me in happiness or strife, Or is this a plot to test my patience? Am I to go through life loveless forever Or is there someone who'll be there ever. |
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