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The lie can be a fun game,

Woven with light words, in a playful air,

But risky for those who love,

For in love, truth is the only flag to bear.

The game of illusions may seem harmless,

But each false step distances the heart,

And those who love, in a pure and sincere way,

Know that truth is the only form of art.

The lie wounds silently,

Like a flame that slowly fades away,

And when the emptiness is finally seen,

Love has already lost its way.

Those who love do not play, do not risk,

For they know that truth, though hard,

Is the only path that withstands,

And keeps love in tenderness, unmarred.

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