Love is not my mind nor motion. Love has left me standing cold.
Love has not been kind nor pleasing. Love will watch me growing old.

Hate has been my sole redemption. Hate and I have made good friends.
Hate has given me exception...given thoughts to make amends.

War and peace you gave me time; gave my mind direction, meaning.
Chance to think of turning point. Love may have one chance remaining.

If I go on loving hate, friends won't bother coming 'round.
Friends like I have never bother looking at you when you're down.

If I chance love one more time, it can hurt me if I lose.
"Hurt", I've felt before, and I know it's feel..  it's love I choose.

Please don't hurt me like before. I want for once to make a score.
Don't deny me anymore.

Nha Trang 15 July 1971

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