all the men, they hurt
for love - a whisper
or love - an ocean
oh my heart, so bitter
all my love, it hurts
whether restrained
or whether it is pure
all my love, is pain
all the men, I have loved
end up the same
in the annals of grief
our endings, unchanged
so all this love, for men
I choose to keep
hidden in deep pockets
and not on my sleeve
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