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I would never hurt you.

I would never do you wrong.

All I wanted was to look and see

a spark of recognition,

like a grizzled old sea dog

who locks eyes with the sea,

and sees, again, what 

made him love her first.

But it wasn’t meant to be

that easy, love,

because the road to love

is one hell of a storm, and

we, it seems, aren’t above

getting holes in our ships

on the way.

I thought we’d bind our rafts together,

sail the sea together, share our

journeys, and our stories; but

it seems we still

have some storms to weather; but

we’re going different places.

So let’s leave this desert place,

because Cupid smiles
like the Cheshire Cat,

and I must go, 

and I must go;

but I’ll look back once in my

rear-view mirror.

Because, you see, it

wasn’t meant to be,

my love.

It wasn’t meant to be

my love.

It wasn’t meant to be

my love;

but that doesn't mean it's easy.