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First Love Only Love?

If the loves that last are the first loves
then does that mean there is no more love?
What if the first love is your's and not his
and his heart belongs to another
but you don't know that because you are only seventeen?

If the loves that last are the first loves
and there is no more real love
then is it ok that you simply walk away
from the one who says he loves
but does a few too many tokes of that 70s drug?

If the loves that last are the first loves
so that the real loves are a mystery
and you stop looking and just be
with the one that you love and loves you
but doesn't bring the fire like the others do?

If the loves that last are the first loves
and there is no more love
that the rest of us are not finding
do we just walk away and stop trying?

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