There are times when silence,
Has the loudest voice.
I love you, and because I love you.
I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth,
Then adore me for telling you lies.
To this agony, look for no ending,
Until love will freely suffer for you.
Will you take me on, take on your pain,
Come to where the sun, is bright.
The sunny depths of life.
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