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Without you.
About, there is no more perfectly that life,
That I have chosen for myself.
Let I also am not desired, is not favourite,
But the life washing is quiet,
It is not happy without you.
In fact earlier I considered,
What live I cannot
Not hearing your voice,
Not seeing brown eyes.
Live I can!
Let with a pain on heart,
You, almost, not recollecting
I can live. So it is fated,
And to argue I with destiny I shall not begin,
I shall reconcile that should be.
You all are equal me in fact did not love,
You to me have broken heart, and only.
I do not accuse you, you are not guilty!
We shall finish in this all.
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