Does she have an idea
Does she even know
Does it even matter
Does it even show
Will the bloom ever blossom
Will the sun ever shine
Am I that easily forgotten
Am I ever on her mind
A true love does
A false love don't
A true love waits
A false love won't
Does she have an idea
Does she even know
Does it even matter
Does it even show
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