Artificial Love

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We’re not promised tomorrow
What makes us real?
Time will soon be gone and
All we thought to feel.
I know there’s a lane
In which I’m programmed to exist
But what’s not artificial
Insists I still resist.
No one can tell me
It’s wrong to express
Climb out of this mess
All that’s inside
In you I’d confide
Forgive me for idolizing
The idea of forever
It’s almost all I ever wanted
Eternal hope
I’m haunted
It’s true I don’t expect
What I cannot give
But if I had the power
I’d teach our love to live.

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