To live, to die,
To love, to perish--
These sweet words I'll always cherish.

To speak, to cry,
To stop, to run--
My happiness, these words, will forever shun.

To forget, to try,
To see, to be blind--
I will forever only know your kind.

To never, to always,
Too clever, too wild--
I'm being scolded, like a child.

To sit, to take,
To stay, to go--
For these decisions, I will always be slow.

The End

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