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Love as sweet as I could touch with his hands so workend rough. The feeling of living on air to much for even I to bare. My heart is pained, under the constant weather, rained. Forever lodged this thorn to be heard when lovers mourn. So all who loved, this is you fable. Don't try to change what your not able. You'll be crushed by the inability of stopping this relentless cruelty. |
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