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Your choice, my choice, we live our separate lives.
Your illusion of love is plagued with hate.
I feel I have seen enough.

This union is love.
This union is real.
Your moral dilemma is collecting dust, and that's how I feel.


You hurt and you take, but what do you contribute?
Could you envision harmony with compromised equality?

Oppressed with doctrine, your mind is made.
This tirade of fear is your coming of age.
When will you listen to your heart?
Is it something you keep in the dark?

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