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And love becomes like fireworks—
The heart explodes with emotions
And the charm and amazement is all
There until they die off. Endlessly,
Effortlessly, beautifully.
We watch them blossom in the sky
And collapse upon themselves,
Our love is the same.
My love is the same,
It was never wanted to
It must be put away.
And the fireworks die
And the pyros go home
And the children go to sleep in
their parents arms,
And the celebration is over.
Timeless are the memories,
And young are what they make us
Because we feel alone when we watch
Them
And then they are gone.
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