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This delicate dance,
The game we play,
I don't know if I should go
Or if I should stay.
Feeling torn between morality
And love,
I ask for guidance
From the stars above.
Purgatory greets my name in reply.
Every time we meet-
Stolen glances,
We're taking chances.
These fleeting moments
Are all we have.
When we're together
The whole world fades away.
But the moment I leave,
You lead a double life.
You come home
To your wife.
This line we walk
Is paper thin.
And I ponder...
When will we fall
Into sin?
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