Things look well, are you crying yet G?
Think logically, ive waited two and a half years, enduring every rumour, for what?
You think ill throw my life away for public opinion?
If id ever did that, G, id been dead a long time
Is not the hearts seat, the soul?
Is not the branch a mirror, of Life?
Listen, G, my Love survived, the trunk that leans, the leaves that twine
I see Love in you, G, come Alive
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