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Sometimes it makes you feel so good
And still so bad,
Sometimes it tastes like honey,
Sometimes, sour as death,
It can give you wings to fly,
But can also let you fall,
Sometimes it kills you with a “bye”,
Other times it gives you life with a simple “hi”,
Sometimes it fools you to taste the poison fruit,
From the apple tree
In the Garden of Eden,
Sometimes it makes you build it,
In a monastery wall
As Manole did,
With his beloved one,
So, please tell me
What the hell is love in the end?