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Such heat is what smokes the heart.
Such hunger is what he waits wants.
He is such strength, whose strength the lack.
This I.
Such moment is what lasts eternally.
There is the generosity what draws out hands.
He is the truth, in which the whole truth the lack.
This you. Such thought is what freezes the heart.
Such fear is what binds hands.
Such anger after which I do not have anything is.
This you.
Such fame which I do not want is.
The pitcher is waters, what he will be the wine.
Such wisdom which I do not want to know is.
This I. You will not wound me more any more.
Last lose me once today.
I come back home earlier.
This once last.
You will not wound me more any more.
Last lose me once today
Listen as this sounds beautifully.
Last. They say that the love lasts eternally.
Let him last beze me.!
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