Why don't you love me no more, Why must you make me live here on the floor? If you'd just look my way, I'd gladly be Forever happy, even past eternity... Oh, girl, I don't know you now and I don't know why- All I know is baby, I cry, cry, cry.
Reason for writing:
Because it is true, and trueness is what makes great poetry.
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