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it was the same
all those feelings
troubador or not
we all feel love
we all feel desire
we all feel pain
we all want healing
some of us lose the plot
look for answers above
we all feel the fire
some seek fame
dealing and wheeling
intent on winning the lot
others choose peace of the dove
free from trauma and ire
she listens to the rain
pretending she's reading
forehead clammy a little hot
when it come to push and shove
thoughts of him make her perspire
a match without any gain
she begged her father pleading
he refused declaring it a plot
beating her troubador with his glove
to the nunnery you go enjoy the choir
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