Why wont she love me

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I see no meaning in this
even harder when i ask
i was born and i will die
a flame bright to smoulder
where is the scale's center
the balance we call truth
men are not equal in the sun
dwarves run among giants
the coin chooses who to love
what she sees i do not know
falling in the arms of ogres
better men die alone and cold
i wish she will smile at me
when we cross paths at the market
but i am invisible to her i think
she stays faithful to death
while i covert another man's wife
why won't she love me
women can love more than one

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