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Love you, you have a thorn in the heart of it and and feel
the pain every day.
It hurts me every stup, every thought, I'm a stretcher in
every day.
How do I pull you from the hert? How to stop living and
don't know what to fear.
Maybe this is time that this thorn blossomed in us...
I want to give you so much.
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