by Dean Friedman
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If I've managed to learn anything at all from what we've done,
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It's that even though it fills the cracks and crevices and mends the tattered
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souls,
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Still we're each other's nemesis, and two halves do not always make a whole.
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And though you know I've often heard it said we're made of sterner stuff,
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Love is not enough,
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Love is not enough.
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And all the things I left unsaid, assuming that you knew,
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As if there were no question you could read my mind;
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And all the times I shut you out and left you hanging- me deaf, dumb and blind;
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And though I know we vowed to stick it out through the easy and the rough,
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Love is not enough,
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Love is not enough.
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And all the stupid games we played to save our tarnished prides,
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As if it really mattered which of us was wrong or right;
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And even as we stood and watched it fall apart,
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I loved you with all my might.
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And thought the heroes in the paperbacks always wind up in the buff,
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Love is not enough,
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Love is not enough.
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Love Is Not Enough
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Dean Friedman |