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of what we understand too late

I thought she didn’t love me,
and all the while, I just wasn’t seeing
her way of saying that she loves me.
I don’t miss her, I regret missing her then.
Like a rose with her thorns.
And here I was dedicating the song of the
Dreaded Ice Queen to her all the time.
I love you, as we always loved eachother
Without ever needing to do it.

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