Love was a ball we kept throwing, wondering who'd catch it next
Some refused to give it back, others put it to the test.
Love was outside of the map, they spent ages looking for it
Some refused to come right back, others lied saying they knew it.
Love was dressed up as a painting, hidden window for the lovers
Some could only see it at night, while hiding under the covers.
Love was chosen as a weapon and mistaken for a wound
Some thought love was what they did, but love was more than they could.
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