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What kind of thing is love, it seems so much like pain,
It never touched me, never touched you
Never knew how to, or wished to, or tried to.
That's why you aren't with me....

Because we never even met
And in all the time we lost
Each one of us lived his part
But each one always apart
Because you can't extinguish
What has never been ignited,
Because you can't restore to health
Something that has never languished.
Because you'd never understand
My weariness, my manias,
Because to you it'd be just the same
If I fell into the abyss.
This love you've scorned so long
Because you never even looked for me
Where I wouldn't have been anyway,
Nor would you have loved me.

That's why you aren't with me.
That's why I'm not with you.

-Liliana Felipe