The past is a good hiding place to keep a sacred love affair
but still I wonder if we'll ever meet again and when & where
You maybe happy or you maybe dead, or maybe you're still sadly mourning
for a love you might have had but sadly never had.
Do you still love me like I still love you
Can you understand my inhibitions in a world where mother 's just another word for Nemesis
and love 's a thing you have to hide away?
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