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As much as am a life
I shouted and the night answered me and drop my tears.
No one heard me but night what pull out my tears.
No one from all who I love exception the night consolation me,
Woe for which his people left him like me
My ways are long, and my days are lost
And the time teaches me how to harden to my self
And who follow the time if it hard became soft
And who refuse the ten, after it will agree with the seven
How many wises with the love order became madly
And how many virgins heart the love left on it break
Oh who play the love as piece of music
Return the pain to me as melody at my heart and ear
Let the flirtation refresh beating and madly
And drink the fresh pure love from my glass and spring
As much as am a life all the love is my field
And if I die for you who write the longing I pray
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Category: Long Distance
Author: abude